The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 32

Thalia’s Pov

My chest pounded with frustration as I took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe his audacity. Brandon was previously correct in his assessment of him. He was incredibly obnoxious, pushing his nose into everything that was not his business.

But I couldn’t believe what I’d just said. Was it because Brandon was the only person who had time to listen to my story, or was it because he was helping me?

He described his relationship with Nestor as “condition love.” However, I believed that love could be transformed from a conditional to an unconditional state. I fixed my gaze on Nestor and pointed to the door.

Instead of walking out he sighed and sat down in a chair. I wondered if he had a life outside of Brandon as I glanced at him. Brandon may have been correct in his assumption that he was g*y and interested in him.

“It is almost midnight, don’t you have a girlfriend to get to?” I asked in a serious tone.

“No, I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be,” he said. “Who do you think will clean whatever sh*t he’s gotten you into if he dies at any moment?” he wondered.

I locked my sight on him for a few moments before shifting it to Brandon.

Brandon said softly, “I warned you he was irritating.”

“Let me remind you that I am a big girl who can take care of herself,” I responded, irritatedly looking up at Nestor. He was so bl*****dy irritating.

To my annoyance, he burst out laughing and began clapping. “As you did with your father’s fortune?” he inquired solemnly. “Or as you did in court when you were asked to give your side of the story!” he continued.

As my temperature rose, I tightened my hand but remained glued to my seat. He had both nerves and audacity? Who did he think he was, he was just a mere bumbling pilot.

Brandon was the only one who was allowed to taunt and laugh at me. That’s where I drew the line, and no one else was permitted to make fun of me after that.

Brandon proposed, “I have a rifle beneath the bed, you can shoot him and we can bury him outside.”

I felt like skinning him alive and Brandon’s suggestion was not bad. We would definitely get away with killing him.

“Mr. Fraser, tell me what’s going on here, what’s the plan? Assassinate Josh and take over the company? When did you start murdering people for the benefit of their businesses?” He enquired.

“It’s my d*mn business!” It’s my bl***dy company, not Josh’s, and I’m going to get it back anyway I can!” I became enraged and screamed at him.

“Thalia, you’re drunk,” he responded.

Brandon surprised me by saying, “We’re not killing anyone; we just stole his sperm and sliced off his testicles.” The jacka*s revealed without consulting me.

Nestor must have worked for him and been loyal to him, but I didn’t trust him, and I did not recall talking about bringing on a third wheel or Nestor on how plans.

“What are you doing, Brandon?” I inquired, trying so hard to control my temper. As I gazed at a stunned Nestor.

“Nestor, go warm the pizza,” Brandon ordered, “I need to speak with Thalia alone.” Nestor stood up swiftly and quietly exited through the kitchen door. I deduced that he required some fresh air to process what his boss had just said.

“Why on earth would you inform him about our secret plan?” I asked.

“He’s right; after I die, he will be the only m*ron who will be able to aid you without asking any questions as long as I give him orders.”

“But, Bradon, I was under the impression that you didn’t trust him?”

“No, I don’t,” he said, “but I have a 30% faith in him.”

Nestor walked back in without the Pizza before I could say anything further. “Please don’t tell me you’re planning to have Josh’s child? The man who betrayed you, humiliated you, and stole everything from you?” he inquired

I said, “My body, my business.”

“But, why, Thalia?” he asked in a disappointing tone. “Brandon, I thought you liked her, so why would you let her have a baby with that monster?”

Brandon and I both choked as he asked. Brandon rose from my lap and locked his gaze on me for a brief while before immediately turning aware.

It was strange, did he like me and told Nestor about it? Or was I overthinking again but I noted he was too defensive.

“Who told you I liked her?” he spat out.

“I can tell by the way you look at her and the fact that you haven’t f**ked her yet,” he replied.

Brandon breathed in heavily, if he hadn’t been fatigued, he would have lunged at Nestor and ripped his head apart. “Nestor, you’ve been fired and will not be included in the plan?” Brandon screamed.

“I’m the only one you have and the only one who can put sense of what’s going on in your thoughts. Brandon, why are you doing this? You can get the company in a variety of ways?”

“This is the only quick method to stall whatever future locks he will put on the company” Brandon answered, “she becomes pregnant and we file ownership cease.” He said, “I promised to get her the company within a month, and that’s what i’m doing”

“How long do alternative approaches take?” Nestor asked.

“At least seven months,” he said.

“Just give me the commands, and I’ll make sure the board gets her the company,” Nestor offered.