Chapter 23: Sweet Indeed
"Somebody wanna tell me just what is gonna on?" demanded René as his gaze flicked back and forth between his teammates. "Because I need a damn good reason for the fact that all of my team is currently in the women's bathroom with that thing."
He and Salvatore had spent the better part of four hours clearing the lower levels of whatever fuckery was out, killing people. They looked like the zombies he used to watch on TV as a kid, but that was impossible. Zombies weren't real.
Fuckin' gris-gris.
And then, as soon as they arrived back on the top floor, he saw practically all of his friends making googly eyes at something that looked to have crawled out of a grave herself. Now he had to deal with a woman screeching like a fucking Banshee, teammates that were thinking with their dick, and fucking gris-gris.
As soon as he spoke, the weird staring contest going on between Dimitri and Luca broke as they both turned to look at him. "Would you like to try that sentence again?" asked Luca softly, his head cocked to the side as he stared at René.
René scoffed at the look his best friend was giving him. Although he had seen what Luca could do to an outsider, he had no reason to worry. The two of them were closer than any blood; he wouldn't touch him.
"I be thinkin' I was clear," he grunted his reply, his O City accent slipping more than he wanted. While Luca turned posh when he was pissed, the team Captain went the other way. "You have people outside that be needin' ya, and yous all here... in a bathroom."
"Yeah," nodded Désiré, "That's what I thought you said." The man was leaning on the countertop, his arms folded across his chest and the sleeves of his uniform rolled up enough to show off his extensive tattoo. "I dinna realize that you had that much of a death wish. Yous know, there be easier ways to die."
"Fermez-la," snarled René, not in the mood to deal with this shit. He had enough on his plate and more paperwork to do, thanks to this little detour. The Sergeant would be looking for them soon, and he wasn't in the mood to be shit on.