Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 91: End Of Story

Chapter 91: End Of Story

The days seemed to blend together, and I wasn’t upset about that.

The snow continued for more than a week, and everyone was lazing around the Lair, not worried about anything. Dante had planned for the snow, so there were more than enough supplies to keep everyone happy.

With electricity, thanks to a particular wish, there was more than enough stuff to keep people entertained.

Tonight was a movie night in the main lounge.

I wasn’t sure what movie we were going to watch, but it was a way to get even more wishes into my piggy bank. After all, if I just kept in my room with Dante and Tank, I wouldn’t be able to get more power.

And power was the key to everything.

The only thing, and it was really just a small thing, was that every time I turned around, all I could hear was Brittney’s voice.

It seemed like she couldn’t go more than two minutes without hanging off or around Dante, and even he was getting sick of it. Hell, it took him putting a gun to her forehead to get her to stop touching him.

I really didn’t know why she was so fixated on him.

Well, I did. He was smoking hot, after all, but she was going above and beyond.

She was even going against the crazy/hot chart... she was not hot enough to be as crazy as she was. And that was coming from me. I know crazy.

"Ooh!" purred Brittney, almost running into Dante’s arms as we entered the lounge. His gun was the only thing keeping her from actually touching him.

Cocking back the safety, Dante pulled me into his arms so that my back was pressed against his chest. "This is your last warning," he growled, his body stiff behind me. "The next time you touch me, I am going to cut off your limbs."

"Silly," smiled Brittney, practically bouncing on her toes. "You say that every time."

She was acting like a dumb blonde, even with her brown hair, but I wondered if anyone else could see the calculating gleam in her eyes.

Antoine, who had come into the lounge just behind her, ignored her actions as he called out to his friends. The two of them couldn’t be more obvious if they tried.

Or maybe only I could see it.

Ha, a blind person sees betrayal better than those with their sight. Wasn’t that ironic?

"She is getting worse," growled Tank softly as he picked me up out of Dante’s arms. Carrying me over to the chair set aside for Dante, he waited for the other man to sit down before putting me on his lap.

Dante grunted as he shifted me slightly. "I have no idea what she is thinking."

"Does she really need to be sitting on your lap all the time?" sighed Brittney, pulling her chair over so that she was sitting next to Dante. "I mean, she’s blind. It might be offensive to insist that she join us for a movie."

"No more offensive than it is to make me have to listen to your voice," I replied with a sigh of my own. Resting my head on Dante’s shoulder, I closed my eyes. "And, Miss. Manners, it’s rude to talk during a movie."

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The sound of the others laughing was like nails on a chalkboard to Brittney.

Sure, they were laughing at the movie and not her, but that was beside the point. Everyone here was living the high life, not even realizing what was going on outside. They didn’t even seem worried about the normal things like zombies and supplies.

Antoine was right; it was like a parallel universe inside these walls, and Dante was at the center of it.

Antoine insisted that he knew Dante best and would be able to get the secret of the Lair out of him, but as a backup, she was allowed to seduce him.

Allowed.

Like Antoine had any say in the matter.

She might be interested in him at the moment, but that was quickly passing with every moment Dante ignored her. In fact, there was probably a very good chance that Dante could take out René LaPierre in this lifetime.

And then he really would be sitting at the top of the world.

As his wife, it would be her honor and pleasure to stand at his side while he conquered everyone.

However, there was a fly in the ointment.

Hattie LaRue.

The child that wouldn’t leave Brittney’s husband alone. Always touching him, or sitting on him, or just near him. It was enough to make her want to puke.

Dante’s heart and soul belonged to Brittney. Period. End of story.

Taking in a deep breath, Brittney forced her thoughts to calm down. She needed a plan—one that was so good that Dante wouldn’t be able to blame her for what was to come next.

Hattie needed to go. It was just that simple.

But how was she going to be able to get the little princess away from her protectors?

"You look like you’re deep in thought. Are you trying to figure out who the bad guy is?" Brittney jumped slightly, not sure when the man appeared beside her.

He seemed relaxed, his entire being focused on the movie in front of him. However, all of Brittney’s instincts were screaming at her to get away from the threat beside her.

"Sorry for scaring you," chuckled the man, looking at her from the corner of his eyes. "I’m Ghost; I’m one of Dante’s Guardians."

Brittney smiled brightly, not bothering to hide her interest in the man. He was nondescript; not a single one of his features stood out to her. No scars, no tattoos, nothing. Somewhat short brown hair, thin, but not too thin.

It was like he could have been any man anywhere in Country M.

"It’s okay," smiled Brittney, blushing a bit. "You are just the first one to talk to me here."

"Surely not," purred the man, Ghost, as he continued to watch the movie. "You are the only woman in this building. You might not see it, but everyone has their eyes on you. Maybe we just aren’t willing to risk Dante’s wrath by pulling you away from him."

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