Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 75: Break The Streak

Chapter 75: Break The Streak

"Slowly look around the room, focus on the newcomers," growled the voice in Tank’s head as his little Lamb gently pushed the spoon away from her mouth.

’They aren’t important,’ shrugged Tank, not caring about why Dante had sent the Interrogator and the rest of the Guardians to his apartment. He knew the reason why. There was no way he could point a gun at Dante’s head and live, so they were here to kill him.

Ask him if he cared.

"She is looking through your eyes right now," informed the demon inside of him. "I can feel her inside here with us. She needs to know what is going on."

It took more power than Tank thought he had to drag his gaze away from his Lamb’s face. But if she needed him to be her eyes, then that was what he would be.

Ever so slowly, he looked at Bishop, taking in the tension in his friend’s shoulders and how his hands were closed into a tight fist like he was holding himself back. Bishop met his gaze for a moment; his concern was easily seen in his eyes.

Then he shifted his gaze to the door and the four men standing there. Lucien "The Hound" Boudreaux stood a bit in front of the others, his legs shoulder width apart as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

The man had nothing on Tank when it came to muscles or build, but for his skillset, he didn’t really need bulk. The Hound was Dante’s interrogator, the one sent to get the information needed by any means necessary.

And by that, Tank meant that he always ended up killing anyone who entered the basement.

The stench of blood seemed to have seeped into his very being, and most people went out of their way to avoid him.

To his right was Adrien "The Wolf" Moreau, Dante’s head of security and all-around pain in Tank’s ass. He had his nose shoved so far up Dante’s ass that it was amazing that Dante could even sit down.

Personally, Tank felt that his name should be "Lapdog" instead of "Wolf", but to each their own. He was used to people fearing him simply because of the confidence he carried on his shoulders, like a military commander going off to war.

But Tank knew for a fact that he was panting after Dante and any attention their leader was willing to give him.

On Lucien’s right was Etienne "Ghost" Marchand. Next to Bishop, Tank felt the strongest connection to Ghost, preferring his company to most of the others, but the man was not to be underestimated.

Built like a swimmer, Ghost was best at disappearing in the crowds, specializing in reconnaissance and surveillance. There was no secret that could escape Ghost, either in the real world or the digital one.

However, he was walking a thin line with Dante and was considered to be a double-edged sword. Dante used him to find secrets on everyone else as leverage against them but forgot about his own secrets.

Their boss couldn’t take the chance of killing Ghost in case his secrets managed to escape if the other man wasn’t around.

Tank actually admired Ghost for dancing with the Devil. Hopefully, if it came down to it, Ghost would be able to take the Lamb and get her out of Dante’s reach.

The fourth man, standing beside Ghost, was Solomon "Solo" Castille, the pain in everyone’s ass. He was never without a knife and loved the feeling of bathing in the blood of Dante’s enemies.

Dante kept him on a short leash, but Solo was too unpredictable to be kept at bay.

Tank would have to kill him first if he wanted the Lamb to live.

"Lucien," snapped Bishop again, drawing the man’s attention away from the Lamb and toward himself. "We are almost done."

The smile drifting across Lucien’s face was enough to terrify anyone as he nodded his head in agreement. "You are right. You are done."

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Tank lifted me up in his arms, maintaining the connection between the two of us as he carried me out of his apartment.

Closing my eyes quickly, I waited until I heard the door closing behind us to take everything out of his home and put it into my space.

Something warned me that we might not be able to go back to this place, and I didn’t want Tank to do without something he thought was important.

The four men boxed in Tank, Mathis, and myself as we walked down the hallway toward the elevator. Not a single man spoke, but the tension coming off everyone was enough to speak volumes.

Humming to myself under my breath, I rested my head against Tank’s shoulder. There was no point in stressing out until I knew what was actually going on. "A dream is a wish your heart makes," I continued, closing my eyes. "When you’re fast asleep."

Huh, I would have to think on that. If a dream was a wish, then did that mean I could make people’s dreams come true?

And if I could grant them their dreams... well, the possibilities were endless, now weren’t they?

Trying to hold back my laughter, I gently bit down on Tank’s shoulder. He was still wearing the black dress shirt, with a black tie and a black vest, and not a single item tasted good in the least.

"You’re crazy, you know that, right?" demanded the voice I knew to be Lucien. Looking up, I saw that Tank was staring directly at the man who was staring at me. "You are going to die, and there is nothing Victor can do to change your fate. Hell, there is nothing Victor can do to change his own."

There was a long pause as if Lucien was waiting for me to respond to him in one way or another, but I simply ignored him.

People had been trying to kill me my entire life and hadn’t succeeded yet. I doubt Dante was going to be able to break that streak.