The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 98

Brandon’s Pov

I sat on the ineffective bed, waiting for the session to end. Nestor couldn’t even bring my cozy bed, which always made my back feel better. I was lost in thought; Thalia’s attitude toward the liver was disappointing. Josh was a man who had lost everything, and if he found out he had a daughter, he would plan and kidnap her. He’d try to exact vengeance on her for the hell we inflicted on him.

That was what I would do if I were in his shoes. It was clear he didn’t have the financial means to take us on, but Thalia was hell-bent on being a holier-than-thou Christian and somewhere at the back of her brain she thought Josh was also on the path of righteousness. And once she confessed he was going to cry and embrace her, leading to them living happily ever after. It was a headache just thinking about it.

I had no idea how I missed that, I always thought she was going to one day give up and live a quiet life with her daughter. But her becoming holy and confessing was something surprising.

Maybe it was because she had a near-death experience or something and somehow saw the hell that awaited her. I had read a lot of stories of people changing once they encountered a near-death situation. I gritted my teeth and looked at the time, my session was almost over and I sighed with relief.

The door opened and Nestor walked in and took a chair. “What is next? Should I make contact or we kidnap Josh?” he asked. He was also anxious about which decision I was going to make. I was always stubborn and my plans were always first.

I only looked at him, I was yet to make a decision, in fact, I was confused. Maybe going with her wishes was the only solution but that was going to expose us if we refused his terms and were left with stealing the liver option.

“Where is Thalia?” I asked.

“Sleeping in her room. We are running out of time,” he reminded me.

“Go and try talking to her, if she wants to reconcile with Josh and start a new life it was still possible after we get that liver,” I reasoned.

“But sir,” he tried to protest. I raised my hand and pointed to the door. He sighed and got up, if there was anyone who could pump some sense in her, it was him. He walked out of the room and all I could do was cross my fingers. While he was at it, I began checking my emails for any hope for the liver but there was nothing.

I nearly screamed, I controlled myself and tossed the tablet aside. Before I knew it, I was dozing, the dumb machine was taking all my energy and by the time I came around, it was morning. The b*oody b*stard could not even wake me up when I had sent him on an errand.  As soon as he saw my eyes open he moved nearer.

“Thalia plans to talk to Josh today,” he stated. I looked away p*ssed, my eyes trailing to the s*upid machine, I could only guess I was due. Slept with the machine on and woke up with the machine again. “Sir we are running out of time and it looks like it’s her way.”

“I know, where does that whale live?” I asked.

“What whale?” He asked, confused.

“Ugly Josh of course? I nicknamed him as a whale because of his alcohol intake and weight gain,” I replied.

“He lives in an old apartment, he usually keeps to himself and has cut himself off from the outside world. I guess he never had real friends,” he remarked. I kept quiet, feeling attacked as I recalled how my life felt like when I was first diagnosed.

All the linches that wanted to cling to me only for the purpose of me including them in my will or donating to their useless company or organization. Such was life and a person always got to know who his real friends were at the lowest point of his life.

I could only guess his situation was different but he was still man enough to hold on to life and we were about to give him more determination to live once we spill the news about the baby. It was like the lifeline I was given when I first met Thalia in that hideous sweater of hers. Her story was so pathetic that it got me curious and I took her home.

I chuckled remembering how scared she was when she realized the decision she had made and tried to run away. We had really come a long way and it looked like she was determined to live, even if the machine malfunctioned and I died she had someone she was willing to live for.

“Sir are you okay?” Nestor asked.

“I’m okay, what?

“You have tears… in your eyes,” he replied pointing at my left eye.

I slowly tried lifting my right hand, in an attempt to check but I failed miserably, it felt like it was stone or someone had put cement in it. It was not painful, it only felt heavy in a weird way. I pretended like it was nothing and gave him a fake smile.

I did not want to alert him so I lifted my left hand instead and wiped the s*upid tear. “It’s the machine, it makes my eyes watery,” I lied and looked away.  Deep down I knew it was Thalia and that little human fighting for her life.

“How many hours to the whales’ apartment?” I asked. He gave me a confused look. But in those seconds I had made up my decision. I was going for Thalia’s plan but in a scenario, that whale began making s*upid demands I was going to kidnap it and steal the liver.

“Boss, I think you should let Thalia do the talking,” he suggested.

“She is going to accept all of his demands or even make s*upid offers to him ” I replied and unhooked myself from the machine. The time was up, I had become accustomed to how to unplug myself, that was always the best part for me.

I planned to utilize the six hours to full potential. I tested my right hand and it moved, I could only assume it was the machine or something was not going as planned. I decided I was going to keep my mouth shut until I solved the liver issue.