The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 30

The Art Of Revenge by MK20 Gab Chapter 30 Jessica’s PoV

I sat on a flimsy chair, terrified and despairing, an hour had gone with no word from the chopper that had taken Josh. No hospital was yet to claim that they received my husband. It was as if the useless chopper had vanished into thin air.

I was still in my old skiing suit, all sweaty and smelly.

Victor strolled in through the open door, I quickly stood up, and he hugged me. “Don’t worry, we’ll find him,” he added. I shoved him away from me.

“That’s exactly what you’ve been saying!” I became enraged and screamed at him. Everyone in my immediate vicinity was ineffective.

“Where are your dunderheads? Please tell me they’re looking for my Josh!” I yelled at him, but all he said was to relax.

“Relax! How am I expected to calm down?” Everyone in the room had their eyes fixed on us but I didn’t mind.

Victor sn*tched my arm and dragged me out of the room. “Let go of my hand!” I became enraged and screamed at him.

But he was so angry and was in no mood to tolerate me that when we got outside, he opened his car door and tossed me inside before slamming the door shut.

I waited for him to get into the car before I continued yelling at him.

“Shut up!” he screamed at me “Shut your f**king mouth and let me breathe! Do you honestly believe I’m not scared?”

I remained silent as I inhaled deeply, my gaze locked on his. “I’ll take you to the hotel, and you should take a bath because you look awful.

My men are already out there, and they’ll be updating me every five minutes!” As we drove away, he yelled at the top of his lungs.

I slumped into my chair, clutching my whirling head. I just sat there lost during the entire trip to the hotel.

When we arrived, he assisted me out of the car, escorting me to my hotel room. I remembered how delighted I was to leave the room, and how ready I was to teach Josh to ski.

After skiing, I had scheduled a number of things for us but it looked like we were only headed for disaster.

I took a seat, wobbly on my feet, and inquired if there was any news. Victor gave me a nod and stared at me.

It was past 5 p.m. when I checked my watch. It was about to get dark, but there was still no word on the foolish helicopter.

Victor moved to the bathroom and prepared a bath while I sat in the chair with my hands in my hair. I was uninterested when he yelled my name.

“Jessica, at the very least, take a bath.”

“I don’t want a bath; I want to see my husband; could you please grant my wish?”

“I’ll locate him, I promise you,” he replied as he pulled me up and led me to the washroom. He assisted me in removing my clothes and placing me in the bathtub. He grabbed a scrub and began scrubbing my back, irritating the life out of me.

“Get out of here!” I yelled at him.

“I was merely assisting,” he explained.

“Do I appear to be in need of assistance, or do my hands appear to be inactive?” I screamed at him while pointing to the door. I hurled the scrub at him as he walked out the door. What an idiot, I grumbled to myself.

I sat back and attempted to recall the events of the day, but I couldn’t recall the face of the pilot or the paramedics. If the tables had been turned, Josh would have found me already.

The door opened again, and I was about to say something when Victor announced that they had located the helicopter.

In my enthusiasm, I jumped to my feet, but I quickly observed that he had a sad face. My heart stopped as he stated, “The chopper crashed.”

I could see him speaking, but my mind was switched off from his audible voice

“Jessica, Jessica, Jessica!” He shouted, jolting me back to reality.

“Get ready; my men just handed me the hospital where the survivors were evacuated.”

“Survivor? Survivors? Is Josh among the survivors?”

“I have no clue, my men are still gathering information; hurry up, I’ll be waiting in the car,” he replied, worried as he exited the bathroom.

I quickly sprayed myself with water, changed into something respectable, and dashed to the car, where the victor awaited me. My heart was racing so loudly that it was audible through my ears.

“I just spoke with one of my men, and he confirmed that no casualties had occurred,” he stated.

For a single second, I inhaled deeply the much-needed oxygen that my body required. I had been depriving myself of oxygen because I had lost hope; I was always the pessimist and had little sympathy for optimism.

“How’s Josh? Did they say anything about Josh?” I asked.