Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 82: The Decision

Chapter 82: The Decision

For the first time since he had been reborn, Dante slowly woke up. The lingering taint of nightmares wasn’t playing in the recesses of his mind as he tried to figure out where he was or what he was doing.

Instead, he was at peace.

It really galled him that the tiny creature that Tank was absolutely obsessed with was right... but she wasn’t wrong either.

He hated women simply because of what Brittney had done in his last life. The second he woke up from his death, he took off. Trying to get away from Antoine until he was strong enough to face him head-on, Dante left his mother and sisters behind without a word.

This was the first time in ten years that he even remembered having a family. The moment he left, he completely focused on revenge, on gaining power. He left N City and went as far south as he could and still remain in the same country.

He had no idea if they were still alive or what their life was like without him... but he did remember them from his past life. He remembered the love they showed him, how protective of him they were.

His oldest sister even beat up someone who was bullying him at school, getting expelled as a result.

The smile that was starting to appear on his face quickly morphed into a scowl. The girl was right... every breath he took since his awakening was focused on Brittney. He might hate her with a passion, but the hatred was just as consuming as his love for her was.

Well, fuck his life.

Letting out a low groan, he rolled out of bed and headed to the shower.

He had no idea how the water and electricity had managed to start working again, but he was more than grateful for the hot water.

After drying off, he walked over to his closet. Black suit after black suit greeted him, the black dress shirts and polished black shoes. In fact, everything in his wardrobe was black, even down to his underwear, socks, ties, and suspenders.

"Shit time to realize I want more color in my clothes," he sneered to himself. Oh well, at least with all the black, it was easy to put together an outfit quickly.

When he was dressed and feeling more like himself, he left his apartment on the top floor of the Dragon’s Lair and headed toward his office.

"Get Tank and the girl," he grunted, glancing over at the guard standing just outside the elevator doors. "Have them meet me in my office."

The guard bowed his head but otherwise didn’t say a thing. Clearly, the boss was in a mood, and he didn’t want to draw any unwanted attention.

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Opening my eyes, I stretched my aching body. I suppose I shouldn’t complain... after all, Tank was still sitting on the floor beside the bed, but I felt like I had run a marathon.

And I hated exercise.

"Morning, Lamb," murmured Tank, his voice hoarse as he stretched out his back. "Did you have a good sleep?"

I didn’t have time to answer him before someone was pounding on the door. "Tank! Boss wants you and the fille," called out the man, his voice loud, considering he was at the other end of the apartment and behind closed doors.

"I’ll be there when we’re good and ready," replied Tank, lifting my hand and rubbing his stubble against it. The scratchiness was enough to make me giggle. "There is no rush; Dante can wait until after breakfast."

I shook my head. "We can go now," I smiled at him. After seeing deep into his mind, I was now even more curious about the prick. Was he going to be smart or continue with his punishment?

Getting out of bed, I stretched again and looked down at my clothes. Deciding that I wanted a change, I wished for a bright red and black dress, still in the Lolita style, with the puffy skirt and tiny black gloves on my hands.

This was just another way I could fuck with people’s minds, and I wouldn’t give up that pleasure for anything in the world. Making people uncomfortable in one way or another was developing into a little hobby of mine.

We were escorted to Dante’s office, and the moment we entered, I could tell that something was different about him.

Not his looks. He was still dressed like he was heading to a business meeting any moment now, and the calm air around him screamed danger and violence. But as he stood in front of the window, one hand in his pocket, there was a stillness in him that hadn’t been there before.

"I thought about what you said," he announced after a second.

Tank, who was standing right behind me, holding me around the waist, stiffened. "We didn’t say anything," he grunted, his eyes narrowing. "But I am not going to let you kill her, so if that is your plan... we’ll see who gets buried at the end of the day."

Dante slowly turned around to look at the two of us. His hand that was not in his pocket was playing with what looked to be a necklace or something. His fingers soothed over the pendant in the middle like he had done it all his life.

"No one is going to die," shrugged Dante, sparing a brief glance at Tank before turning to me.

"Don’t say that," I murmured, a slight smirk on my face as I looked back at him. "The day is still young, after all. There is plenty of time left to kill someone."

Dante chuckled as Tank gripped me tighter. "Then how about I leave that decision up to you?" he agreed, an honest-to-God smile on his face. "Consider it my thanks for last night."

"I take it you’ve come to a decision," I asked, a look of surprise crossing my face. Then again, I shouldn’t be that surprised. Dante seemed to be one of those people who were quick to make a decision and never changed their minds.

"I’ve never been a masochist," announced Dante, strolling around his desk until he was standing directly in front of me. "The Devil might not agree. But I am ending my punishment early."

"Smart," I smirked at him as he gently gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

Just as he was about to say something, there was a frantic knock on his door.

"Boss, we got incoming!"