Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse -
Chapter 70: Last Words?
Chapter 70: Last Words?
Feeling like he was selling his soul to the Devil, Dante took in a deep breath as more and more killer clowns pushed through the entranceway of the lounge where he and the rest of his men waited for their deaths.
’You want to know my wish?’ he asked inside his head. If he was going to deal with the King of Hell, then he might as well get everything he wanted out of the deal. ’I wish to be the most powerful man in the world. I want the strength so that I can protect my people from anything that threatens us. I want enough food that no one under me ever goes hungry. I want the world in the palm of my hand. That is what I wish for. Give me that, and I’ll gladly protect the creature you call an angel.’
Feeling like he was finally within touching distance to get everything he wanted in his first life, Dante couldn’t hold back the smile on his face.
Babysitting a freak would be worth the sale of his soul. Besides, it wasn’t like hell hadn’t spat him back out before. The Devil probably didn’t want him in his domain.
The image of the girl’s torn face with all too seeing eyes appeared in his mind as if conjured by his thoughts. Truthfully, he felt a pull to her, so maybe this was the perfect excuse to unravel the mystery of the woman.
Then, he could get her out of his system.
Expecting to have everything granted to him at that moment, he was unprepared for Pride to burst out laughing at his wish.
"You might as well wish to be abducted by aliens. You’d stand a better chance at that than getting your wish," chuckled Pride, not even bothering to hold back his contempt.
’Oh? I thought the Devil was all-knowing and all-seeing,’ sneered Dante. ’I guess you aren’t everything that your reputation is cracked up to being.’
’Oh, I assure you, meat sack, that I am everything you have nightmares about and more. But in terms of your wish... you wouldn’t even make the top three most powerful beings in the world, even with me fully merging with you. However, if it is any consolation, you’d be tied for fourth place with eleven others."
There was a brief pause before Pride corrected himself. "Maybe twelve. I don’t know where the son of a Goddess fits on the power scale."
’Then no deal,’ replied Dante, completely forgetting for a moment what was going on in the outside world.
"Your death," chuckled Pride. "There might not be seven billion people in the world anymore, but there are enough desperate souls out there that would kill for the opportunity you have been presented with."
The sound of a gunshot ringing out and a killer clown falling to the floor dead pulled Dante out of his head.
Looking up, he saw Tank strolling into the room. He had his 9mm in his right hand as he took a shot at the next clown, killing it instantly. On his left forearm sat the creature Pride demanded he protect, looking happier than a pig in shit.
Dante took in how she clung to Tank’s neck, her cheek resting on his shoulder like she didn’t have a care in the world. Her disconcerting eyes were closed and even from this distance, Dante could see that she was fast asleep, despite the noise going on around her.
A few of the lower-level soldiers raced forward as Tank continued to eliminate the threat in front of him one after another. This was why he was in Dante’s inner circle. No one had more control, more precision, and more strength when it came to fighting than Victor LaGrange.
When the last clown fell, Tank turned his blank stare toward the men coming at him, raising his gun so that it was aimed between their eyes. "If you wake her, I’ll kill you," he said, his voice even as if he was asking what they wanted to order at a restaurant.
Dante had only witnessed this side of Tank twice. The first time was at their first meeting when Tank took out an entire O City gang on his own without a single scratch. The second was when Dante waged war against the other families for complete control of the country.
But never once had that look been directed at him.
"Victor," said Bishop soothingly as he moved to step between the unhinged Guardian and himself. "The enemies are dead. Dante is safe. You can stand down."
Usually, Bishop was the only one to be able to talk Tank out of this phase, but the gun in Tank’s hand didn’t so much as waver.
"The enemies aren’t all dead," announced Tank without blinking. "You’re still alive... aren’t you?"
Dante and Bishop both stiffened at Tank’s announcement. "We aren’t your enemy," replied Dante, trying to copy the soothing voice that Bishop had perfected. "We are your family... remember?"
"My family?" repeated Tank as if not understanding the word. "You threw me and my Lamb outside and locked the door behind us. You wanted us to die. That’s not family."
"No," replied Dante. "I never threw you out of the building; I threw her out. It’s not my fault that you decided to follow her. You know women can’t be trusted. We are the only ones you can trust. We are your family. No one else matters."
"Nice speech," murmured the girl as she buried her face deeper into Tank’s shoulder. Dante watched as the tip of her nose rubbed against Tank’s neck as if taking in his scent.
The sound of the safety releasing and the hammer of a gun being pulled back snapped Dante out of whatever spell she had put him under and back to the threat in front of him.
It wasn’t the first time that a woman had distracted him, so he didn’t see the killing blow. But this creature wasn’t nearly as beautiful as Britney.
"You woke her up," announced Tank as if Dante had just killed his dog... if his dog belonged to John Wick. "Any last words?"
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