The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Thalia’s Pov

As he began walking away, I felt a shiver run down my spine; he was serious about taking Josh down. But why was that? He had certainly never met him before. Why would he waste his time on someone he didn’t know?

Then I remembered that he didn’t have time, he wanted something to occupy his mind or pass the little time. I hurriedly sn*tched up my plastic bag and trailed behind him.

He posed after noticing that I was following him. He turned slowly and reached into his pockets, pulling out a lunch bar and hurling it at me.

As I sn*tched it, I scowled; he was clearly a high-class jerk. He took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and led the

way.

“Watch your step, this area of the bridge is dangerous,” he said.

“What is the plan?” I inquired.

“I’m parked down there as I mentioned earlier,” he explained. His tone had changed; he was calmer, if not enthusiastic, but not in a lively way. I gently made my way across the bridge until it was time to descend.

From the cliff to the main road, there was quite a drop. I had to toss my plastic down and began climbing down with my back facing the ground.

The jerk couldn’t even assist me even though I was wearing a skirt; he just stood there staring and pointing the meaningless flush at me. “Stop pointing the flush at me, you m*ron!” I yelled at him.

He remained silent, though, and continued to display the foolish flush. I was down swiftly and irritably took up my plastic. I swear I wanted to punch him in the face and break his skull, but I restrained myself.

I wasn’t going to grant him his request so easily, he was already a walking corpse. He smirked, turned, and walked to the car, I took a deep breath.

He wasn’t worth it. I told myself. His car was parked only a few meters away, and when I saw it, I halted as a wave of anxiety swept over me. Doubts began to creep into my mind: what if his story was fabricated? What if Josh paid him to embarrass me? Everything seemed to be too nice to be true.

He grabbed a stone and slammed the front window, sending shivers up my spine. He shouted, “Ooh sorry, I previously chucked the keys down the river!” as he continued to break in. In minutes, he was discreetly seated in the passenger seat; he didn’t bother summoning me, he knew I was pondering whether or not to join him.

He sat there waiting for me to make a decision. A small voice at the back of my mind assured me that it was not a fake. Maybe I was giving Josh too much credit; there was no way he could have paid a sick man to deceive me. Brandon. appeared genuinely ill, and no amount of acting or makeup could have made him look that way.

I noticed a tree branch to my left and hastily pulled on it, splitting a section. I would surely plunge it in his heart if he was a phony and working with Josh. Then go after Josh and his sk*nk. Brandon was absolutely correct about one thing. I gave up far too easily. I hurriedly walked to the car with the stick in my hand, he peered up at me then at the stick I was carrying.

“Were you going to hit me with that?” he chuckled.

“Very soon, very soon,” I said.

“It’s freezing, get in, you’re driving?” he said, feigning a smile.

I looked at him, puzzled.

“Please don’t tell me you’ve never driven a car before!” He inquired, his brows furrowed,

I rolled my eyes and got inside the car, making sure to lay my caution stick close to me. I bent down, cut the wires, and the car started with a smidgeon of spark. He clapped, clearly impressed.

He gave me a destination and for the first mile, we drove quietly. I turned around and to my surprise, he was sleeping: I stared at him, dubious.

I slowed down and stopped in the middle of nowhere taking my phone out. I needed to be sure, so I quickly typed Brandon Fraser into my search engine. Hundreds, if not thousands, of images and stories about him, abound..

Ifroze when I saw his shirtless images; he wasn’t horrible, okay he was definitely hot like super hot, at least he was back then.

I told myself to concentrate while I combed through his articles. The jerk was filthy rich, like ten times what Josh got from me, but I noticed that the majority of the articles were over two years old.

Probably about the time he became ill and droped out of the public eye.

After that, all articles were rumors and speculations regarding his whereabouts, with claims that he was dead before his illness was revealed, even though the articles claimed to be guessing. It was as if he had paid or sued several individuals to keep things quiet.

I was about to start reading an article when he turned and opened his eyes. I hastily tossed my phone into the glove compartment and resumed driving.

“What made you come to a halt?” he inquired.