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The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 27

The Art Of Revenge by MK20 Gab Chapter 27 Thalia’s Pov

I stretched my hands and let out an innocent yawn, my eyes were very drowsy but I needed to watch Josh and his sk*nk. I did not want to miss it for anything in the world. Brandon woke me up early, he promised he would.

And if he had not I would have skinned him alive if he had not done so. I widened my eyes and sat in bed watching them.

Josh had spent the entire night going through my Facebook account, according to Brandon, who couldn’t sleep.

Derrick, my attorney, followed him to his workplace and demanded to know my whereabouts. Suddenly I became awake and I clenched my teeth when I remembered Melissa and Derrick. The two were nothing but angels to me.

But the minute I had made up my mind to jump off the bridge I had blocked their lines. Somehow I felt guilty, I felt like I was a jerk. Brandon gave me an immediate order to unblock them and send them a message.

We didn’t want them reporting me missing to the police, which would result in a nationwide search and media attention.

On second thinking, my assumption that no one would care enough to look for me after I vanished was incorrect. Derrick and Melissa were one-of-a-kind. I promised myself that I would visit them once everything was completed.

We sat there watching as Josh awoke and the two started bickering because Jessica was not pleased with him snooping around my account and on top of it she had earlier ordered him to f**k her the same way he used to f**k me.

Brandon glanced at me with a grin on his face, and I almost choked on my saliva.

I grew uneasy and averted my gaze. He continued to watch without commenting. I knew the p*rvert had a lot of questions, but to my astonishment, he didn’t ask them. Instead, he remarked and said; “His betrayal was haunting Josh,” I turned to inquire what he meant, but he remained silent.

I could only presume he had watched something while I was asleep and didn’t want to tell me about it because it would hurt my feelings.

After Josh had clarified he walked away and took a shower, and when he turned to dress up I looked away, causing Brandon to laugh.

“It’s not like you never saw him naked, or were you two making love in the dark?” Brandon asked.

“Brandon I don’t want to talk about it; it’s off-limits,” I said solemnly. I was furious with Jessica because she was a complete m*ron.

Why would she beg Josh to f**k her the same way he used to f***k me? Were their useless lives that boring or was she taunting me?

“How come you sometimes act like a virgin?” Brandon broke the silence. I had to whack his skull to pump some sense into him.

“What was that, exactly?” he asked while holding his head.

“This isn’t about sex,” I replied.

“Whatever the case may be, I enjoyed watching Jessica dress up, even though her boobs were a little sagging,” he explained.

But he had no hand in his mother’s decision to trash her own life? If anything, they should have all turned themselves in as addicts.

“When are you taking him out? It’s taking a long time, when are you taking him out?” I inquired, enraged.

“Patience, Thalia,” he advised.

But When I looked up from my annoyed state, I saw Josh flying in the air and bouncing back and forth on the snow. I could see a trail of blood behind him due to the force of the crash.

I was in shock and certain he was dead, so I held my mouth in shock. When I turned to look at Brandon, I noticed that he was smiling.

I stated that he was deceased.

“Calm down,” he replied, “he’s supposed to be near death for the operation to succeed.”

When I returned my gaze to the television, the camera was fixed on Jessica, who had hurriedly skied down to Josh, removed her helmet, and rushed down to him. But the ski patrols kept her at bay.

Everything was happening so quickly, paramedics raced in and began assessing him while a chopper hovered above the terrible scene.

My heart was racing as Josh was strapped to a stretcher and transported in seconds, leaving Jessica behind. She was yelling and became physical with one of the ski patrols. She was helpless as the chopper took off in a matter of minutes.

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