Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 207: Please!

Chapter 207: Please!

"But you didn’t touch her, right?" pressed Tank, his eyes never leaving his treasure. Even though something had clearly happened between the two of them, Tank wasn’t jealous. Instead, his only concern was that Hattie was okay.

Dante snorted at that statement and looked up from the list of supplies in his hand. "Oh, Pride touched her alright... and it is a heady experience watching everything like it was an out of body experience while, at the same time, being able to taste her on my own tongue."

He had never considered himself to be a voyeur until that moment when he was watching his woman falling apart from another man’s tongue. He could barely stop himself from coming as she screamed Pride’s name, the taste of her on his own tongue.

Fuck he could get used to that.

"That is not reassuring. Is she okay?" snarled Tank softly, because no matter how pissed he was, he wasn’t about to wake Hattie up, not if he could help it.

"He ripped out his soul and gave it to her," explained Dante, narrowing his eyes on Tank’s expression. "They are merged in a way I have never experienced before... It’s... Something," he finished lamely. There was no way to explain it.

He and Pride were two separate beings in the same body, his body... but when Pride was eating Hattie out, it was like all three of them were becoming one.

"What is going on?" sighed Dante, leaning back in his chair, careful not to move too fast in case he woke his woman up. "Why are you so worked up about her safety all of a sudden?"

"It’s not all of a sudden," snapped Tank before pulling himself back. "Bishop and a few other humans are not leaving."

"I thought cutting off the limb was enough to get my point across," sighed Dante as he closed his eyes. "Why is Bishop still here? I thought I saw him leave."

"He did," agreed Tank. "And then he came back, saying that you needed to give him a bunch of shit and that he has decided to stay here and get what he is owed."

"What he is owed?" mused Dante letting out a soft chuckle as he adjusted Hattie in his arms so that he could stand up. "That man is lucky to be leaving with his head on his shoulders after giving out three years’ worth of supplies in a matter of months. What he is owed? He is owed a bullet to the head, and I am more than happy to give it to him."

Ever so carefully, he transferred Hattie from his arms over to Tank so that the hound could carry her for a while. Even her presence alone was enough to settle the demon and the hound, and it was very clear that the hound needed to be settled.

"Find, let’s go talk to him," sighed Dante as he straightened his shirt. It was lucky he had a second set of clothing in his office because when Pride had emerged, he managed to completely shred his shirt.

And it wasn’t easy to find such high quality clothing in this day and age.

Slipping on his jacket, Dante made sure that his tie was straight. "Alright," he sighed. "Let’s get this circus over and done with."

"We can take the elevator," smirked Tank. "Apparently, all my wishes stopped a few days ago since I wasn’t in residence. Now that I am back, the elevators, electricity, and water and back and working perfectly."

"May I suggest you go on your knees and thank our woman?" replied Dante, a relaxed smile on his face as he looked at Hattie.

Tank gave Dante the evil eye as the two men strolled toward the elevator. Of course, he was going to thank his little Lamb on his knees... but that didn’t mean he was willing to put on a show for others.

He would share because the alternative was just not acceptable. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t have privacy every once in a while.

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"That’s funny," called out Dante as he strolled out the front door of the Dragon’s Lair. His one hand was in his pocket, and even with the summer heat, he was still dressed to the nines with his shirt and jacket. Perception in his business was everything. "I could have sworn I kicked you out of my home a few hours ago."

"YOU didn’t kick me out of MY home," replied Bishop as he held a woman in his arms. The child, Libby, was tucked between the two adults as she stared forward, clearly unsure about what was going on. "That thing in Tank’s arms did."

"My wife, you mean," chuckled Dante as he came to a stop. "And I believe it was your choice, seeing as you were just dying to go out and save the people. Or has that changed since we last spoke?"

"I can serve huma—the people better from the Lair. After all, I was there when you drew up the designs for it, I offered my opinion, and I have been living in it long before the end of the world came. This is my home as much as it is yours," shot back Bishop, his hand gripping Sophia’s shoulder a bit tighter.

The outside world wasn’t a good place, and if he wanted his family to be safe, then he needed to go toe to toe with the Sin.

"That’s cute," agreed Dante. "But as far as I am concerned, the Lair belongs to Hattie, and she has already said her peace. If you keep pushing me, I would rather destroy this entire thing than let you step foot in it again."

"Please," begged Sophia, her soft voice strong enough to carry over the distance between the two sides. "My daughter is too young to survive the outside world. Can we not just stay here for another few years? When she is 18, she’ll be able to be strong enough to be on her own."