The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 102

Thalia’s pov

The door opened and Brandon walked in, picking the gun that had fallen on the floor. I still had my hands on my mouth, shocked. Josh had noticed the gun and simply walked out of the room without saying anything. Brandon tucked it away and hugged me, asking how things went.

“Terrible Brandon, I really p*ssed him off. Instead of begging for forgiveness, I was forced to brag about all I did to him,” I replied. He merely tightened his grip on me and pulled out his phone, dialing Nestor’s number and inquiring about Josh’s whereabouts.

“According to Nestor, he went to visit the baby,” he replied.

I hastily wiped the tears from my eyes. “Wow, that’s fantastic news… Does that imply he’ll make a donation? Right?”

“Let’s wait and see, it’s all up to him,” he said and turned away.

“Brandon, you’re freezing. How long has it been since your last session?”

He looked away and tried to shift the conversation to something else, but I could tell he was past his time. I pushed myself out of bed and headed over to the wheelchair. I could tell he was in a lot of pain since he didn’t chase Josh down or talk about kidnapping him.

“Get on, Brandon.”

“NO, Thalia, we have to make sure the man doesn’t leave this hospital with our liver.”

Nestor was going to take care of it, so I ignored him and told him to get on. He got on and I wheeled him up to his room.

While I was preparing the machine, he kept shouting, “Useless Josh is going to get away.” I answered, “Then order Nestor to make sure he doesn’t.”

I completed the setup and made all of the necessary connections. Then inquired on how he was doing.

I could tell he was furious; he despised being h*oked up but had no choice. If he wanted to become better, he needed to start taking the sessions seriously and accept that the machine was only a temporary fix for his problem while the doctor worked around the clock to find a lasting answer.

I took a sample of blood and placed it in a cooler box. I was a patient, and if the doctors discovered me, I’d be in serious trouble. But our doctor, on the other hand, was planning to stop over to check on him and collect the samples. I could tell something was awry by the temperature of his skin. His cool skin and calm demeanor always told me something was up.

He was undoubtedly aware of it but hid it from me since he didn’t want to bother me with all the nonsense that was going on.

The door opened and Nestor walked in, all sweaty, “He is gone, Josh is gone.”

“Where?” I asked confused

“He just got into a cab some minutes ago,” he replied.

Brandon tried to get up but I quickly pushed him back, “Brandon, no-no-no.”

“We have to get him back, we are running out of time. This is why we should have just kidnapped him in the first place” he yelled.

“So where are you going now, okay you were right but are you going to kidnap him yourself! Don’t you have people for that!” I yelled back at him. Sometimes he really was very difficult to handle. I slowly sat back in his chair and went on withdrawing the blood. “Panicking is not going to solve anything, ” I turned and asked Nestor if he had people following Josh. He nodded and I sighed in relief.

“He is probably going to think about it, let’s just keep calm,” I said.

“Thalia we cut off his balls, he has probably gone into hiding, to punish us and kill the baby,” Brandon replied.

I only stared at him, then turned in Nestor’s direction who looked away. I packed everything up and sat next to Brandon.

“Any news, where is he going?” I asked Nestor.

He took out his phone and checked the messages, “He has gone to his mother’s care home,” he replied.

“Are you sure!” I asked surprised.

“Yes, heaven hill, home for the old, that’s where the cab dropped him off,” he confirmed. “One of the men followed him in and he was seen with his mother.”

Brandon and I stared at each other, “He has probably gone to share the good news with his mother,” Nester suggested. We both stared at him, yes the baby would have been good news but how we got that baby was hell. Brandon and I were supposed to be receiving court summons or police calls.

I stood up and began biting my nails, “Why is he not reporting us if he is not donating!”

“Thalia, the baby dying is the biggest punishment he can ever serve us. He knows we are too powerful to end up rotting in jail”

“But…but…when I told him about the baby he calmed down. I saw it in his eyes, it was that information that prevented a bloodbath in my room,” I said.

“Nestor, order the men to jump him as soon as he walks out of that home,” Brandon ordered.

I looked up at Nestor who began typing something on his phone. “How was he when he walked out of the ICU?” I asked him.

“He was emotional, I think confused…”

As the reality of stealing his liver began to sink in, I took a seat back on the bed. I was desperate for a clean slit for my daughter; she deserved it. It was entirely my fault; I should have remained calm and pleaded with him, but my newfound ego got the better of me.

“But he’ll know we stole the liver, won’t we get in trouble?” I asked as I turned to face Brandon.