The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 118

Thalia’s Pov

I sat beside Brandon with Kendra’s towel in my hands crying. How or why June would do such a thing to me kept hitting hard on me. I had treated her like family. Kendra loved her but she turned around and spat on us.

A headache was coming on from my crying and thinking but what hurt the most was the fact that I couldn’t do anything to find my baby. It was horror after horror for my baby, first, it was the liver problem now kidnapping? When was she going to catch a break? When was she going to stop paying for my sins? I kept asking myself.

I looked towards the window and noticed it was getting dark. Nestor had earlier informed me, he and Josh were going to search for strip clubs that owned the masks that the strippers wore.

It was irritating that wh ores were having my baby, I could imagine their filthy hands on my baby. She was past her medication time and she was probably hungry and crying. The thought made my stomach turn, why were they punishing my little angel I cried out.

The bed moved and I looked over, Brandon was awake. I quickly got up, “thank g o d, you are okay, ” I hugged him. I had thought he was going to go into a coma, like last time. He pointed to a glass of water on the table and I quickly ran to it, helping him with a sip. “What… happened?”

“You collapsed in Josh’s apartment,” I replied. “We found you choking… Josh assisted you and placed you on your sides.”

He spat the water out of his mouth in shock, I was also still in shock by that fact. Josh hated Brandon, he ruined his life, we ruined his life but for some unknown reasons, he saved him. I didn’t even get a chance to thank him, or maybe I ignored him because a thank you would not come out of my mouth.

“Where is Nestor?” he asked, trying to change the subject. He was uncomfortable too, I could tell from his facial expressions.

“Brandon, it was not Josh, it was June our maid… you were right Brandon, you were right about her,” I cried out.

He began shaking, I quickly grabbed the glass of water away from him. “Where is that b*tch! Please tell me she is being interrogated?”

“No Brandon, she ran off the minute we went after Josh, she took the opportunity and ran,” I explained. I watched his face as a wave of guilt washed over him. He began hitting himself in frustration. Brandon hated making mistakes.

And I could only imagine how he was feeling. I quickly got on the bed and wrapped my arms around him in a cuddling position. “Stop it sweetheart you are hurting yourself!” I yelled at him.

“No this is my fault, because of my s*upidity I allowed my baby’s kidnapper to run scot-free.”

“No no, I bumped into her when I finished dressing up, I let her take our little girl without difficulty,” I took the blame.

We kept blaming ourselves as we lay on the bed in our misery. “Why are we not allowed to be happy?” I asked him but he kept quiet and asked for his tablet. I quickly picked the tablet from the table and handed it to him.

“I put a tracking device on her phone,” he said. My eyes popped up in excitement, it was no surprise that he was tracking her. Brandon never trusted anyone. He turned it on and we could see the phone beeping, “where is that? Where is she?”

He scratched his head in disappointment, “In the house, she left the s*upid phone in the house!” He yelled and threw the tablet across the room.

“Ooh my G o d, she knew? How did she know?” I held my head in frustration.

A knock came at the door and Nestor walked in. I quickly ran to him, questioning if they found something.

He nodded his head in refusal, “The masks do not match any known strip club, it’s like they designed those masks specifically for the kidnapping,” he explained.

“What of the useless guards? They might be in it all the way?” Brandon asked.

“One is still at the police station while the other one is in hospital, he reacted to the pepper spray,” he replied as he picked up the tablet. “And June’s family left the country two days ago.”

I began hyperventilating, I could not take it anymore, everything seemed to be heading for the worse.

“Thalia breathe in, breathe in, you have to breathe in for the sake of Kendra,” Nestor said and held my hands. I began breathing in slowly as he handed me a paper bag. “Breath in that, it will help,” he suggested. I grabbed the paper bag and began practicing my breathing in the corner.

“They can’t be professionals and just disappear like that, call the hacker!”

“I have already called him and he is on the job.”

“Where is… josh?”  Brandon asked.