Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 84: Begging Him To Kill Her

Chapter 84: Begging Him To Kill Her

"An invasion?" I repeated, cocking my head to the side. "What is it this time? Zombies? Mutated zombies? Killer Clowns?"

By the look on the man’s face as he looked back and forth between me and Dante, I could see the panic. Sweat poured down his face as he frantically tried to catch his breath. His eyes seemed to be bugging out of his head, and his hands trembled slightly.

Whatever was trying to get inside of the Lair was bad enough to cause this ’made man’ fear.

"Humans," he sputtered, looking at me briefly. "There is a group of humans, maybe ten or so, at our gates, asking to come in."

"That’s your definition of an invasion? Humans? Oooh, terrifying! Tell them to go away if you are that worried about them," I shrugged, turning my attention back to the man in front of me. "You were saying?"

Dante looked down at me, a weird, amused smile on his face as if he was humoring me. He opened his mouth to say something, but he was quickly cut off by the messenger.

Sigh. I really wanted to know what Dante had decided. He seemed so different than he was last night that he must have decided to break the cycle... right?

But apparently, before that can happen, we have to deal with the terrifying humans first.

"There is a woman with them," whispered the messenger, looking over at Tank as if scared to tell Dante. "She says that she knows the boss."

Dante stiffened, the indulgent smile on his face quickly disappearing until there was nothing more than a stone-cold mask on his face.

"Let’s see what’s going on, shall we?" he asked, his voice so dry and brittle it could break. Or cause frostbite.

I shivered slightly, unable to stop the smile on my face from growing. No matter who the woman was or what was going to happen next... it seems like I will get to watch a show.

Dante walked over to the coat rack beside the door. Lifting up what looked to be a pure black shawl, he returned to my side. With an elegant swirl that managed to hit Tank in the face, Dante placed the warm shawl over my shoulders.

"It’s cold outside," he murmured softly so that only Tank and I could hear him. "You need to stay warm."

Tank grunted his approval before picking me up so that I was sitting on his forearm, my arms around his shoulders. "When we get back, you are going to eat something. You didn’t have breakfast."

Dante let out a low growl that managed to cause the messenger’s face to turn white. "And why didn’t she have breakfast?"

"Because someone called us up to his office before I could feed her," snapped Tank as Dante smoothed down the back of my dress, making sure that I was fully covered.

Dante’s change in attitude toward me was giving me whiplash, but I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. If he wanted to finally treat me well, then why would I complain?

Dante grunted before putting on his own tweed coat and marching out of the office. Tank followed behind him at his own pace while the messenger scurried after us.

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Dante snarled in his head as he pressed the button for the elevator. He had come to the decision that he was going to accept Pride’s offer... with some conditions of his own. But now, some humans were getting involved in his affairs.

The Dragon’s Lair wasn’t a place where just anyone could come and go from. He had spent ten years building up his empire, and he was not above getting blood on his hands if someone tried to take what was his.

As soon as the elevator opened to the main lobby, Dante looked over his shoulder to where Tank stood in his usual position. "No matter what happens, protect her first and foremost."

Fuck fighting the bond he felt with the creature. Fuck being scared that she was another Brittney. Fuck everything.

Last night showed him just who she was... and for that reason, he was going to keep her. She had her chance to run away, and she didn’t.

She was strong enough to stand beside him and not crumble under the pressure, and she was his.

Tank scoffed at his words as Dante flung the front glass doors open. The blood had been washed off as if the clowns had never appeared; they were nothing more than a tiny blip on the radar at this point in time. A time best forgotten.

"As if you need to tell me that," chuckled Tank, the very air around him shimmering as he stood at his full height. Tank was one of the Guardians for a reason, and now, he had an even better reason to rip people apart.

If anyone even attempted to touch his little Lamb...

Well, it wouldn’t be the first time this place had been painted red.

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"Dante," whispered a voice on the other side of the barrier. "What? How?"

At the sound of his name, Dante turned his attention away from Tank and toward the crowd of humans gathered at the gates.

Looking the woman up and down, he couldn’t help the sneer that appeared on his face. She was exactly how he remembered her.

Her dark brown hair was still styled perfectly, even without access to water or a shower. She might be wearing leggings and sneakers, but the bitch was nothing if not good at blending into her environment.

"Do I know you?" he demanded, keeping his face blank. It was almost as if the fates were listening to him last night. The same day he decided he wanted nothing to do with Brittney; here she was, on his doorstep, Antoine in tow.

It was like she was begging him to kill her.

The only issue was that they had yet to meet in this lifetime. He had left N City before their paths crossed. He never went down the alley, so he was never jumped and almost killed, and he was never rescued by the daycare teacher.

The fact that she let his name slip told him everything he needed to know. He wasn’t the only one reborn right now.

Oh, the possibilities were endless.

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