The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 119

Jessica’s Pov

I was so tired, my feet hurt and my hands were killing me from carrying the useless baby that could not stop crying. It was a long distance from the bus station to the border. I could not use the main transport system because I was very much aware that Brandon would start by closing them. I learned a lot from the period he was taking us down.

I had tossed my phones two days earlier and had to use illegal ways for transportation. The Mexico border was my way out of the country, the place was a terrain of trees and sand without patrol cars.

I knew about the unpatrolled border from the stripers I used to work with, the time I was a striper. Most of my former workmates were illegals and after a hard work of striping, they would talk about how they walked for miles to cross the border into the states. Which type of transportation to use, how to find it and how much to pay.

They were desperate women in need of cash and that’s why I went to them for the Job and map. There was no way Brandon would trace them, they had no phones or real Id which made them perfect for the kidnapping. They had a plan from A to Z and all we needed was the inside person to make the baby accessible.

The easy part was convincing the s*upid maid, it turned out the woman could be bought for less than I thought. She only agreed to work for Thalia because she was saving up to flee the country, her brother was in trouble with the law so the money I provided her gave her time to flee before law enforcement caught up with them.

I taught her everything about Brandon and how good he was good with hacking so we had to communicate using letters.

It was like an early Christmas for me, all I had to do was sell everything on my site for double the price, my car, and all my clothes. I did not care that I was losing everything, I was going to get back everything if everything went as planned. What mattered was the fact that they were all going to remain in misery for the rest of their pathetic lives wondering what happened to their ugly baby.

If only Josh had a brain I would have helped him with taking the baby away from the useless couple but no, he decided to spit on me while he and s*upid Thalia became some blended family. He was going to suffer and pay for forgiving that b*tch a second chance instead of me, the b*tch destroyed our lives.

I stopped and squatted, yelling at the baby to shut up. We were near the mountain slides, a station the girls claimed one had to reach before 8 pm in order to be picked up by the lorry driver. I had to shut the baby up before I moved further because it was attracting a lot of danger towards me.

I searched for the bottle of milk and placed it in her mouth but she kept pushing it out and could not stop crying, then I remembered the s*upid medicine the Maid gave me. It was going to be difficult selling a useless baby on medication but it was not life-threatening. If I was not wrong, the medication was for the liver transplant she recently had.

I opened the bottle and forced some of the medicine down her throat making it worse as she burst out crying like someone had beaten her or slapped her. I was left with no option but to lift her. I was never good with babies but I knew if I did not calm her down, she was going to s**ke her temperature, leaving me with a dead baby.

I was so tired but there was no time to rest, any second wasted was the time I was giving Thalia and her s*upid boyfriend time to find me. I boarded the train almost crawling, I had to take a nap on the entire train ride, it was the useless baby that had to wake me up with her lousy crying.

I had no idea if I was going to manage the two days with her, she was very irritating. I tried to stop her from crying but I only made it worse. The lady seated opposite me noticed and said something in Spanish but I did not understand. “Diaper,” she said.

I removed the jumper and was hit with a stench, I almost puked but I controlled myself. I got up, lifted my bag, and carried the little annoying thing to the dirty bathroom. I had no idea how difficult raising a brat was, I wondered if that was how it was going to be with the other brat growing inside me.

However I was going to hire a nanny, there was no way I was going to subject myself to such s*it. Immediately, I removed the diaper, the brat stopped crying, I wiped her, and washed her into the dirty sink. She was not going to get sick over one bath.

She looked to be enjoying the cold bath after a long walk in the sun. I also needed the bath, so I quickly changed her into a new diaper and clothes and walked back to my seat. The woman smiled at me and I gave her a fake smile. I began feeding the baby and to my surprise, she began sucking. She reminded me of Thalia and it was so irritating, I couldn’t wait to sell her off for millions of dollars into trafficking

The train stopped and we arrived in the second town, I quickly packed up and walked out of the train. There was no way anyone was ever going to find me, I was far away and free. I checked myself into some cheap hotel with a celebratory dance, I placed the sleeping baby on the bed and rushed to get the much-needed bath.