The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 73

The Art Of Revenge

Thalia’s Pov

Nestor hauled me out of Gentex like a two-year-old child. The workers stared at us like a freak show but he did not care. I kept begging him to stop, but he was so enraged that he was virtually on fire. He shoved me into the car, oblivious to the fact that I was pregnant. “Ouch!,” I cried out. “Are you insane?” I yelled.

He grabbed my things from the guards, gave them some orders, and got into the car, driving away rather silently. When we arrived at Mandel, he came to a stop enraged and spun around to confront me.

“What the f**k is your problem! How could you possibly jeopardize yourself, the baby, and the plan?” He screamed loudly.

I folded my arms and turned away; I had no regrets about what I had done; I was just disappointed that I did not have the opportunity to finish it; I had expected Victor to beg me to stop, but I was brutally interrupted.

He yelled again, “Thalia, I’m talking to you!”

“Last time I checked, you worked for Brandon; now that I’m taking over, you work for me so you’re out of order shouting at me,” I said as I turned to face him. He grinned and lowered his head as if I had said something contradictory.

“Is this going to be the case? Well, let me give you some advice: if you keep doing what you’re doing, you’re going to die before Brandon, so keep up with your st*pidity,” he added.

With a smirk, I continued, “At least I’ll die knowing I scared those foolish idiots.”

I couldn’t help but wonder how much more rewarding it would have been if Josh had been present. At the very least, I got the sk*nk, but I was hoping she’d be the one to fight me.

The woman had been reduced to a filthy housewife; that was not the Jessica I was used to; she had more balls at the gala than she had in there, and she looked afraid as if she was sure I was going to shoot her. What was strange was that instead of grabbing my gun, she was busy clutching her coat.

‘Thalia?’ he exclaimed, startling me out of my reverie.

“Whether you’re my boss or not, I’ll be infusing some common sense into your skull, so feel free to fire me,” he declared.

I only averted my gaze because something about the sk**nk’s coat held my attention. It was as if she was concealing something; the coat appeared to be far more essential than rescuing the day or her life. I was too busy to notice it but now that I was outside I realized that it was weird.

“Thalia!” Nestor screamed and began driving away. “Hey, can you tell me where you’re going? Stop the dumb car, ain’t we at Mandel” I inquired, puzzled.

“Brandon needs to talk sense into you at the beach house,” he responded.

“Stop the dumb car!”I yelled at him, but he ignored me and continued driving erratically. “You can’t tell Brandon… you’ll get in trouble because you’re the one who got me the gun,” I reminded him of it.

“Then the two of us best get ourselves into trouble and prepare to explain,” he said.

“Are you a mor*n? He’s sick, and he will not be able to deal with the news,” I explained.

“I’ve already texted him, and he’s probably hunting for a judge to bribe should Victor decide to sue you!” he cried as he turned to face me.

I hesitated for a second, wondering how or when he had time to speak with Brandon. He was annoying, and he betrayed me. Why was he so loyal to Brandon? I could only imagine how furious Brandon was. I took out my phone and checked for messages from him but found none.

I  began making up stories in my head to get myself out of the mess I’d gotten myself into. I screamed in disgust because he was so ineffective.

We arrived at the airport, and I trailed angrily behind. I was meant to be in my office, finishing up some paperwork. But there I was on my way back home. We boarded the plane and were on our way to the beach house in a matter of minutes.

The entire flight was silent and somehow awkward. We arrived at the beach and I was the first to step out. He gave me a warning look but I ignored him and walked into the house.

I stepped into the bedroom and found him on the phone, so I walked behind Nestor with my arms folded. He sounded like he was speaking to a Judge, based on the tone of his voice and the terms he was using. He recognized me right away and gave me a disappointed look, which I just averted. He turned to face me after hanging up the phone and thanking Nestor for informing him.

“Please have a seat,” he said.

I took a seat on the couch rather than the bed where he was sleeping. “Please make sure you have delivered the baby the next time you plan to attack Victor. Is that clear?” He ordered. I remained silent and went on playing with my fingers, avoiding eye contact.

When he was upset at me, he was terrifying, but in a good way. I really always liked his tone of voice… It was somehow s**y.

“Thalia!” he screamed as he banged his hand on the bed. My mind was apparently elsewhere. As blood splattered across the blankets, he began coughing uncontrollably. “Oh my Go d Brandon?” I said as I dashed to him. “Are you okay? Do you require a glass of water?”

“No!” he screamed angrily. “I’m going to need your senses!” He inquired, “What were you thinking?”