An Almost Date

KILLIAN

Raw fury still heated my blood as Josie and I sat in a private section of my friend's Italian restaurant. She tried to smile each time I glanced at her, but the pale shade of her skin and her tensed muscles betrayed how mortified she was.

I had been gone for three days, and those three fucking days were enough to drown the whole company in chaos. Of course, Josie was in the damn center of that storm, and she had been dealing with all of it alone.

I should have remained composed. I never had any problems with it. I should have gathered all the facts and calculated my response. But from the moment I learned about what had happened, acting coldly and staying composed became impossible to achieve. I couldn't recall the last time I felt this kind of rage. It was all because of her. Why? I had no fucking idea why. I couldn't detect any logic in my current urges. Yes, Josie was valuable to me, but she was supposed to be the pawn in my game. Being a pawn didn't give her the right to s