Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 162: One Teeny Tiny Thing

Chapter 162: One Teeny Tiny Thing

Doctor Beau Landry froze the second the girl in front of him finally turned her attention to him. It was like he had been struck by lightning and plunged into a lake of ice all at the same time.

He wanted to take out the gun carefully hidden in his lab coat and shoot both the Governor and the woman curled up on the floor for simply breathing the same air as the girl on the couch.

Even with the tails of blood flowing down both sides of her face, she was the most mesmerizing creature he had ever seen. She wasn’t a typical beauty, and he had seen a lot of those, but there was something about her that seemed to simply suck him in and refused to let him go.

Honestly, Beau had no idea how old she was. She looked young, that was for sure, be he knew that wasn’t always the best way to judge her age. But whether she was legal or not, he simply couldn’t let her go.

Wait until she was good and ready for him? 100%. He would much rather slit his own throat than harm her in any way. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t be by her side, protecting her until then.

He was the first one to admit that he had a problem. Ever since he was a kid, he did everything to excess. He studied to excess, played to excess, ate to excess, and drank to excess. After he got into medical school, he worked to excess, saved money to excess, spent money to excess, and even fucked to excess.

But no matter what he did, it was never enough. No matter how many women he fucked, he was never satisfied. No matter the meal, he was never full. No matter how much bourbon he drank, he was never drunk.

It wasn’t until he looked into the eyes of this girl that he saw everything he had spent the past 28 years searching for. She was everything to excess... and he would never let her go.

"Hi," she whispered to him, her voice soft and innocent. However, he could practically taste the lies behind her words.

Interesting...

"Hello," he replied when he was sure that his voice would work. He had an audience staring down the back of his neck, and he wasn’t about to give the Governor any ammunition to use against him.

Not when he now had someone to protect....

To excess.

"I hurt," she pouted, her bottom lip curling out as she continued to stare at him. However, there was a sparkle in her eyes that let him know that she was simply playing with him.

That was fine; he could be a playmate, too.

"It does look painful," he nodded sympathetically. "Do you want me to make it better?"

The girl’s lip quickly went from a pout to a smirk as she dropped her head. Too bad it wasn’t fast enough to hide her amusement from him.

Licking her tongue over her teeth, she leaned forward until her heady scent seemed to surround him. "Are you going to kiss it better?" she purred, a devilish smirk on her face as she looked up at him. "’Cause I can be the goodest of patients."

Yeah.

That draw that he was feeling toward her was definitely mutual. Dropping his head until his cheek was almost touching her own, the two of them were startled when the fucking Governor interrupted.

"Sweetness," purred the old man, and for a moment, Beau saw red as he pictured just how many ways he wanted to slice and dice the man. "What did you say?"

"I’m sorry, Sir," murmured the girl as she sat back on the couch. The playful moment between the two of them was broken... for now. But there was plenty of more opportunities in the future. He would make sure of it. "I was asking the doctor if he had any pretty band-aids. I don’t want to be ugly when you look at me."

Clearly, the death he had planned for the man who could have been her father wasn’t enough. He was going to have to drag that particular pleasure out longer.

What could he say? He was a glutton for punishing others.

"I’ll let you look through my kit in a bit," smiled Beau like nothing was wrong. "I don’t know if I have any pretty band-aids, but we can see."

The girl opened her mouth as if to say something, but then she quickly looked over his shoulder and closed it again.

Interesting. The man was a walking dead man, and he didn’t even know it yet.

"Come on, let’s get you cleaned up," continued Beau as he rose from his crouch position and held out a hand.

The girl jumped off the couch and then swayed slightly as if she was about to faint. Holding her forehead, she let out a distressed whimper as she fell into his arms.

"She might have a concussion," announced Beau, sweeping her up in his arms. "I’ll bring her over to my place since I have the proper supplies. I’ll be keeping her overnight for observation."

"Not a chance in Hell," chuckled the Governor as he clamped his hand hard on Beau’s shoulder. But that was the problem with the old timers... they never seemed to realize when they were no longer the biggest dog in the yard. "She stays within my eyesight at all times. Take her to her room, and you can bring your stuff back here."

Beau looked down at the tiny woman in his arms and forced down the rage. He needed to keep his cool until it was the right time. He could do this. It might be his first time with this type of desire to protect and cherish, but he knew how to bide his time until he could get what he wanted.

"You know, if you are not strong enough to keep her safe all by yourself," purred a voice in his head. For a second, there was a pain so blinding that it nearly sent him to his knees, but he forced himself to stand strong. He couldn’t drop his prize.

"No, you really don’t want to drop her. How about this? I can give you the strength, knowledge, and power to keep her safe from every threat imaginable. You just have to do one teeny tiny thing."

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