Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 311: Don’t Have To Do Anything

Chapter 311: Don’t Have To Do Anything

The moment Tank, Désiré, Eric, and Chang Xuefeng walked into the house, they were greeted by Hattie’s moans. While they weren’t loud, they did seem to echo around the house, leaving no doubt as to what she was doing.

Désiré simply smiled as he led the way into the living room while Tank simply glared up the stairs, wishing he was in that room, too.

"Where are the others?" snapped Chang Xuefeng, his eyes narrowing on the only true human in the room. "And who the hell is he?"

"Dey be comin’ into de base today," replied Désiré with a wave of his hand. The house set a bottle of beer in front of him, and the man couldn’t hold back a moan of his own as he watched the condensation dripping down the outside. "Dey were behind us in line... but dat don’t mean much, I suppose."

"Which still doesn’t answer my question about the human male," sneered the Angel of Death as he gave Eric the side eye. "I assume the rest of the Sins are capable of finding their own way home. It isn’t like it is that hard."

"I’m Hattie’s husband," purred Eric as he looked at the cup of bourbon that had just appeared in front of him.

"Deadman says what?" grunted Chang Xuefeng, sitting up in his chair as his head swung around.

"If we had just all gone in together," started Tank, his voice a deep growl. "Then we wouldn’t need a human posing as a husband, now would we? Whose fucking bright idea was it was that we had to split up?"

The three men glared around the room, but since none of them could actually remember, it was pointless to fight over it.

"Are you tellin’ me that you are pissed I rescued the princess?" asked Eric, his voice as soft and as smooth as the alcohol he was drinking. "Because, as far as I am concerned, I am the one who rescued her. I kept her safe from Dustin Laplange."

"What’s this about Laplange? Has he managed to survive all this time?" asked Dante, entering the living room. When Hattie let out a scream of pleasure, all the men simply looked up at the ceiling, wishing it was them pleasuring her in that room.

"Who?" asked Dante as he felt a sting inside his heart. It wasn’t that he wasn’t willing to share; it was more like he wanted to participate. Even if it was just watching from the corner of the room.

"Salvatore," replied Désiré. "A cunt had set ’er eyes on ’im, and Hattie got cranky."

"Oh, how many did she end up killing?" demanded Luca as he brushed past Dante and went to sit down. The second he was comfortable, the house placed a bowl of pretzels and a beer in front of him.

Letting out a chuckle, Désiré reached forward and stole some of Luca’s snack. "None," he replied, crunching down on the salty goodness. It really was the perfect thing with an ice cold beer. "De cunt insisted he heal all of dem."

"And Salvatore listened to her?" demanded Beau, his eyes flashing as he went to stand in the doorway of the living room. From where he was supporting the wall, he could easily see the stairs and hear the delightful music that was being played. "Well, I guess Eric might come in handy after all."

"No ’old yer ’orses," grunted Désiré, offended on Salvatore’s behalf. "Hattie told him to heal everyone ’e could just so de other woman would leave ’im alone."

Beau looked unimpressed but didn’t say anything more.

"I donna ’ear her complainin’ right now," mused Ronan as the house created a daybed for him in front of the large window. It was complete with a pillow and a blanket as if wanting to make sure that Sloth didn’t do without.

The rest of the men hummed as Ronan climbed into bed and pulled the covers up. "Wake me up when we need to kill people," yawned the Sin before closing his eyes and quickly falling asleep.

"Alright," grunted Dante with a nod of his head. Looking around the room, he saw that everyone was there. They could update Salvatore later. He was doing something much more important. "Let’s get down to business."

"Even after all these years, you haven’t changed much, now have you?" murmured Eric, cocking his head to the side as he looked at the man sitting at the ’head’ of the living room. "Not even a greeting for your long lost friend."

"You were saying something about Dustin?" said Dante, his voice slow as he stared down his old associate. To say that they were friends was more of a stretch than the other man was willing to admit to, but they did agree on a few things.

"I saved Hattie from being killed by him," shrugged Eric like it wasn’t that big of a deal. However, inside, he was sweating. Being inside this room with these nine men was setting off every warning bell inside of him. It hadn’t worried him before now as to what he had gotten himself into, but now he was stressed.

There was a long stretch of silence before Beau burst out laughing. "That’s a good one," he gasped. He was laughing so hard that he was almost bent over in two. "I don’t even know who Dustin is, and I already know he didn’t stand a chance against Hattie, let alone kill her."

Eric gritted his teeth and stared at Dante, the only man in the room not chuckling at the moment. "At least you understand just how serious the situation was. If he wasn’t willing to save me face, he would have taken her head in line. You say that you care about her, but not even Tank stepped up and protected her. I think a thank you is in order."

Dante stared at the man, wondering if Tink was hungry. "I don’t have to do anything," he stated, his mind already working out the solution to a few new problems that seemed to be creeping up.

Including husbands who weren’t truly husbands.

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