The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 86

Josh’s pov

As I drove to Gentex headquarters, I continued to gallop the bottle of whiskey. My gun was fully loaded and sitting next to me in the passenger seat. A daughter and father-in-law expecting a child? It was like something out of an episode of American Horror Story. Every time I thought about it, I felt sick. Was it a one-nightstand or were they f*cking for months? Or even years. Jessica would have answered a lot of my

questions, but I wanted to hear the answers straight from the pig’s mouth.

Siblings sharing a lover was OK, but a parent sleeping with a child’s spouse, getting them pregnant, and then pinning the pregnancy on the child was inhuman. However, if I looked at it carefully, the indicators were there all along, but I was too ignorant to perceive them.

Jessica was far too comfortable with my father; she was constantly seeking his favor, and whenever we had a disagreement, she ran to him. She respected him more than me, in fact, she worshipped the ground he walked on but I was just too s*upid and viewed everything like normal. I always thought they were just free with each other. How could I blame them, it was a father and daughter in law, there was no way anyone could have suspected them.

But my father was a pig who had no shame or self-respect. I was going to pop some bullets in him, maybe he was going to grow some self-respect and dignity. Or maybe I was going to pour kerosene on him and while he burnt I was going to put the bullets in his head.

I arrived at the company and breathed in hard. I took the bottle of whiskey and took a long gallop. Looking through my rear windows I made sure that his car was in his usual parking space. The pig could not even take a day off to find his son. All he cared about was the s*upid company.

The company that I sacrificed my life for but all went in vain because my own father, my biological father chose to betray me. I took the last drink and grabbed my gun and stuffed it behind my shirt then I grabbed my kerosene and went into the building.

I received a number of stares from the employees but I ignored them. Yes, I looked terrible but I did not give a dumb. I walked straight to my office, he had a thing for that office and I was going to burn him in it. The Secretary greeted me but alerted me to a meeting going on but I did not care. If he was in a meeting and not on the run, then Jessica had not informed him about anything.

I matched in and they all looked up at me confused apart from my father who was standing in front giving a presentation.

“Son, what brings you in here?” he asked. Just the tone of his voice made me sick, his face made my skin crawl. I wanted to bash his head in with the projector but I played cool.

“I have been missing for two days and that’s all you could say?”

“I was told you went to Canada,” he replied without an ounce of remorse, not even a shred of pretense. My blood boiled and without a second thought, I removed the gun out of my back and pointed it at him. All the people present in the room murmured and raised their hands in fear.

“Everyone out! Except for the pig that calls himself my father!” I yelled.

Without a second thought, they all ran out of the room like flies and locked the door behind them. As I turned I found him pouring himself a glass of Scotch. He did not even care that I was pointing a gun at him. He took a sip and stared at me, waiting for me to speak. But I grabbed the kerosene and began pouring it around the office. He chuckled like a s*upid fool, he probably thought I was joking.

“You think if you burn us in this dumb office then you will solve everything?” he asked.

I finished the entire room and walked over to him, pouring the rest on his pathetic body.

“At Least you will not be able to get Gentex! Is that not what all this has been about. Stealing a dumb company from a friend that never wronged you!” I yelled at him.

To my annoyance, he laughed out hard. “Do not play innocent,” he said. “Everything I did up to now was for your benefit! Your s*upid future. I gave you all the shares, every s*upid share!” He yelled.

“You f*cked my wife you pig!” I replied and hit his dumb head. “How is f*cking and impregnating my wife ever going to benefit me!”

Blood oozed out of the temple of his eye as he turned to face me. I was expecting him to make excuses or blame Jessica for seducing him but he went straight point-blank. “That s*ut never deserved you, I did you a favor that you will forever live thanking me,” he replied. I pointed the gun straight at his face but we were disturbed by a bang In the door.

“My Nelson, this is the police, please open the door there is a better way of resolving whatever is wrong!” The officer on the other side of the door yelled. He was probably s*upid, the room was soundproof inside and he was not going to be able to hear me even if I replied to him. I turned and decided to concentrate on the fool below; “That s*ut was my wife! Where was your self-respect!”

“Your marriage was already over, you were the one that gave up when that s*upid Thalia threw rocks on us! All I had to do was damage control!”

“Damage control by lying to me about the operation in Canada and f*cking my wife!”

He wiped his face; “If we had told you about the operation you would have given up on life. You have always been a p*ssy Josh. Every obstacle in your way, you resorted to alcohol gambling and w*ores,” he replied.

“In fact, I planned to tell you after you changed the shares but Thalia sabotaged us. You went nuts and when I proposed you to change the shares you spat at me so I had to do something for the company I sacrificed my life for!” he yelled.

I felt like hitting him but I was curious, “Sacrifice! What sacrifice? You fool, I was the one who was forced to choose a career that I never wanted. I was the one that had to marry that crazy Thalia! What sacrifice did you make you fool! You used me and when you realized that I could not continue the generation for your grudge you decided to make my replacement!” I yelled and hit him. It felt good hitting him, that part I could not lie but I wanted to see him dead.

“If you were man enough to handle roadblocks in life I would have not resorted to making myself an heir!” he yelled back.

I put my gun down and began hitting him with hard punches over and over again. The pig could not even defend himself. He just sat there as I punched the life out of him. “You should have told me, taken me to therapy, and maybe we wouldn’t be in this dumb mess! Do you know the side effects? Did it ever occur to you that my behavior was as a result of me not being a man and having no testosterone!” I yelled at him.

Suddenly the door burst open and a swarm of policemen ran in. I turned trying to locate where I put my gun but they were fast. Before I knew it two of them threw themselves at me and pinned me to the floor. I tried to free myself but they were stronger, “You fools, get off of me, let me kill that animal! Let me kill him!”

“Mr. Nelson, calm down!” The offer urged. He turned and ordered other officers to take my father to a secure place. They were not supposed to be protecting him, the man was a dirty pig. The officers lifted me as I kept fidgeting and kicking my legs in the air. They pushed me against the table and began cuffing me while reading my rights to me.

“Mr. Nelson you will force us to taser you, you do not want your employees to see you like that,” the officer warned.

“Just get the f*cking cuffs off my hands,” I yelled at him.

“Am sorry but we can not do that, just calm down and whatever your father did to you there must be a legal way to deal with it,” he stated.