"Dead? I don't think so." A few more blows and a few more easy retreats. h.e.l.l and d.a.m.nation. He could knock himself out. The vampire had the same stamina as they did. He came back each time with a smirk.

"How long do you think you can live without blood?" Orlando looked at the man with ease. He propped himself up against the brick foundation wall.

Almonzo began to pace around him, stalked him. h.e.l.l wanted this vampire's kind. d.a.m.n, how he'd like to send him there. "You'd better start talking!"

"What's it worth to you?" The vampire rogue possessed eyes just as shaded by anger as any of the Spenser eyes were typically found in fits of madness.

Orlando bargained when he should have kept his mouth shut. "We'll free you if you tell us two things."

Almonzo's lavender pupils only darkened. "The h.e.l.l we will."

Orlando held up his hand. "Yes, we will. We need to know who sent him and if Father really is dead or alive." He walked out of the shadows. "Two questions. Answer them and we have our driver take you to the middle of town and drop you off."

"I a.s.sure you, men, I can leave on my own." His words were slurred. Finally, the drugs they'd pumped into his neck seemed to be taking effect.

The room fell quiet.

"Fine, I'll take your brother's deal." He glared at Almonzo. "I give you names and you give me freedom within the hour."

"I'm listening." Almonzo shot Tate a stare. Their caretaker apparently translated it well, because his eyes became just as deadly as the vampires'.

"Darian Sabbat hired me. Your father is dead. They used some kind of test drug on him. I don't know the details. All I know is I watched him die as they pumped a clear and very thick fluid into his veins." His voice lowered and his head moved high with defiance. "Samuel Spenser waited for death to take him as he's lived his life-arrogantly." Laughter fell from the vampire's mouth as he seemed to revel in delivering the news of their father's fate.

Orlando walked over and started to speak. Almonzo saw the fear and the hurt. He also saw acceptance. He believed him. Almonzo didn't know what to believe. h.e.l.l's fury. The twins had been so interested in f.u.c.king their lives away that they didn't know the enemy lived in their den, just as their little sister warned.

Almonzo turned to Tate and d.a.m.n near howled the order. "Pull the car around! We're going to take this imposter to the center of town and stake him to the largest tree we can find."

"You said-"

Almonzo didn't wait to hear the rogue's groveling. "I lied."

He walked out and slammed the door behind him.

Marion Spenser waited alone in her bedroom. She sat up in the bed with her arms crossed over her chest. When her boys came in, she looked up with a blank expression. "It is finished?"

Almonzo nodded. "It is. We took him to Glasgow.

"You took him to the River Clyde?"

"Yes, Mother." Orlando sat down on the bed.

"And my sons are now killers?"

"No, Mother."

She watched them closely. "I can smell his blood on your hands Almonzo! Don't you patronize me by lying to my face!" Her skin burned with the anger settling there. "I told your father this would happen. Vampires choose to lie because they think they don't have to tell the truth. What kind of example will you set for your children?" She continued to scold them. "I didn't raise you to lie, cheat, steal...or kill."

"I am the head of this family in Father's absence and I did what any Spenser would do. I protected my family." He watched her for a reaction. "And I at least took him to a town where he will be buried properly. He has family in Glasgow."

Orlando reached for her. "Mother..." She smacked his hand away.

Almonzo noted it and gave her what she needed to hear. He stood close enough to the door to make his escape once he said the words. "You may smell the blood on my hands but Orlando's are clean and if you had taken the time to question your own senses, then I a.s.sure you it would not have been necessary for my hands to become those stained with true tainted blood." He glared at her only for a moment and then started to leave.

He would've left and gone back to his little wife waiting for him but his mother's voice broke then and he could not leave. Orlando cradled her as she wept and that's when the three of them decided death had knocked on the door of a Spenser and their promised life of immortality changed with the course of time.

Epilogue Tabitha looked beautiful holding their babies. She also seemed to lose herself in the mix. It had been a very long night and the doctors finally required total privacy for Tabitha as they waited for the last of their three children to be born.

When Almonzo slid in beside her and offered a free arm, he couldn't conceal his joy. "I've paced around like a caged animal waiting to come to you."

She gently gave him the smallest of the triplets. "I missed you every second."

"Have you decided on names?" Sweat seemed to pour from his forehead. He used the back of his hand to wipe away the evidence of the fear he'd felt since her labor began.

"I have."

"You have names for all three of them?" He looked down into the sleepy eyes of the tiny baby he held.

"Yes."

"What have you named them?" He decided months before their births, he would let her name their children. A woman who carries three babies to term has the lone right to name them.

"You are holding Kiril. Of course, he's the smallest. I'm holding Samuel to my left and he's every bit the fighter his grandfather is and to my right, meet little Irisa."

His brow gathered. "Irisa? I will not have a son named Irisa." He studied the baby closer and then looked back at little Samuel. His hand went to the little baby's soft face. "He looks like Father." He smiled and then glanced back to the one Tabitha named Irisa. "He looks like a girl, so I see where it is easy to give him..."

She laughed. "He is a girl."

"I have a daughter?" He moved closer for inspection. "She is a girl?"

"Yes! She is a girl!"

"Well, I'll be d.a.m.ned!" Almonzo's unrestrained enthusiasm fell over all of them. He kissed the baby he held, then gently moved across the other two before making his way back to his wife. "I am the luckiest d.a.m.n rascal I know."

"Rascal, huh? Don't you dare start feeling frisky now."

He cupped her breast in an attempt to tease. "d.a.m.n, lady. After a significant change in these, just try and fight me off. I can't wait to see the improvements."

"I promise, at this very moment, that's precisely what I'll do." She giggled as she shrugged him away with her shoulder. "And you're in trouble for suggesting they needed some enhancements!"

He chuckled. "Do you love me?"

Tabitha's head fell back against the soft pillow cradling her neck. Her eyes lingered lazily on his before she answered. "Are you kidding? After twenty-four hours of hard labor? I d.a.m.n near hate you."

They both laughed.

"Well then, I can't wait to bend your little a.s.s over and change your mind all over again."

"Almonzo, it'll be awhile." Her lips pursed against the pain in her face.

"I'll gladly wait."

"Is this a closed celebration?" Natasha inched inside the bedroom and then peered back around the door. "They're hogging the babies. Tabitha needs her rest. I need some free arms to help."

All of the Spenser clan rushed right in and eagerly met the new arrivals. The delightful surprise of a girl in the mix seemed to brighten everyone's day. After all, three boys were expected. A girl to keep her brothers straight made everything perfect.

"Mother, are you all right?" Almonzo peered up at the family matriarch and he experienced the void of their loss as much as he saw it in his mother's eyes.

"I am proud, Almonzo." She smiled easily and fought to restrain her tears. "And your father would have been just as proud as I am of you and your family right now."

He nodded. "Then it's enough." "It's enough," she agreed.

The following is the first chapter from Winning Virgin Book 3: Winning Virgin l.u.s.t-Coming Soon Sebastian Sabbat watched her from the side rail. She moved like a h.e.l.lcat across the dance floor with sultry ease and precision. Such calculated motions would send Madonna back to the dance studio. h.e.l.l yeah, they would. His rising c.o.c.k stood at enough attention to know why. If she twisted her a.s.s in bed like her dancing proved, then those already persecuted would stand ready with envy when he took her there.

His d.i.c.k twitched with the thought.

Sweet f.u.c.king mercy-bed bound babe-count on it. He all but mouthed the words to her. The way her hair moved wildly around her head and shoulders a.s.sured she read his mind, never mind his lips. Sleek charcoal locks stuck to her cheek and not only did she look f.u.c.k-minded, but she d.a.m.n sure moved like she wanted it soon.

Constance Spenser lashed out her rebellion on public display for everyone to see and every which way she turned, his hunger grew. His thirst for her bled him dry and seared his soul, if he even still possessed one. h.e.l.l's fury, if he did, she could have it.

"She's a babe." Sebastian's friend joined him at the rail, watching with as much admiration as his buddy.

"She's off limits to you." His words sliced out at thick air dividing the room from the smokers and non-smokers. Only a simple statement of a few choice words, and most smart men listened when Sebastian spoke, especially when he dared to glare at his listener for more than a second. He shot the warning with the eyes of a tiger. Some would've translated the gesture with ease-possessive obsession.

"The h.e.l.l she is man. That's young, fresh meat there and I swear to you, I'll step aside for you on the next one, but not this one. Not a chance." Milosh really didn't have a brain-only marbles. Hard ones.

Sebastian watched the young vampire move away from him and dance up to the Spenser woman. He moved into her with his hands on her slender waist shooting the youngest Sabbat a glare in the process.

"Are you going to let Milosh just move in for you?" Darian Sabbat joined his younger brother. He tilted his beer in the direction of the dance floor.

"What do you care?" He snapped at his brother before his eyes drifted over him in a somewhat condescending stare.

Darian, twenty years older than his brother, almost shadowed him. They resembled one another. Both men were over six feet tall give or take an inch between them. They held distinct features, just enough s.e.x appeal to drive a woman wild-determined jaw, dimples, deeply set eyes, and perfect teeth. The female population found them irresistible because of their good-boy looks, but though the men were charming and handsome their bad boy image followed them everywhere. They were Sabbat men. Criminal-minded and dangerous-even their own kind feared them.

"I care. I really do." He placed his palm over his heart and shot him a wicked grin. "I knew you'd like her. I've had her hand-picked for you since she turned twelve years old."

Sebastian moved away from him following Constance and Milosh as they inched back toward the suites located near the rear of the club. "Yeah, well, would that have been before or after you kidnapped her and her sisters-in-law?"

"Ah, so you've taken the time to check her out?" Darian took pleasure in the news and he wanted it obvious. A wide smile covered his lips.

"I made it my business, for the time being."

Darian nursed his beer. "I wonder," he paused long enough to undress a woman walking by with a mere l.u.s.tful stare, "how long Miss Spenser will be considered your business?"

Sebastian opened his mouth ready to argue, but then he chose to close it when his eyes widened with sudden acknowledgement. He realized where his friend planned to lead the adorable Constance Spenser. He shook his head in a warning, but Milosh waved him off and signaled his intentions by dropping his fangs quickly so only the Sabbats saw the evidence of his goals.

"d.a.m.n him!" Sebastian knew what he had on his mind. "He sure didn't waste any time moving her away from the crowd."

The dim lights in the club only led to darkness. On the opposite side of the bar, a mural hid a secret pa.s.sage to various rooms-suites of bondage and wicked pleasure waited just beyond the wall.

Darian looked amused. "Let me guess, your dumb-a.s.s friend doesn't know he can't drain blood from the very one who feeds on it?" Darian turned up his beer. "This should be interesting."

Sebastian shot his brother a glare and started to make his way through the crowd. Darian quickly caught up to him. "This way." He grabbed his arm and led him up a flight of stairs into a viewing room.

The youngest brother in the Sabbat clan looked around at his surroundings. Theatre-style seating provided a bird's eye view of a room meant for s.e.xual excursions. "What is this place?" Sebastian turned around and stared at his older brother. He watched as his friend and Constance entered the room below and quickly turned his back to the large gla.s.s shielding them from the room under them.

Darian seemed amused. "Don't worry little brother. They can't see you." He dismissed him and walked over to the wet bar. When he returned to stand in front of him, he shoved a tumbler in his hand. "Drown your jealousy in Scotch before you go down there."

Sebastian didn't find his brother the least bit funny. "Answer me."

"You do know we own this club, right?" Sarcasm oozed.

"f.u.c.k you, Darian. I'm aware of the holdings in this family as much as you are. I can promise you." He gritted his teeth as he watched Milosh move in for his first kiss. His c.o.c.k throbbed just because he witnessed the deplorable act. What it would feel like to have the little wench under his lips-he wanted to know. No, maybe he needed to find out. His body seemed to think so.

"Then you should know this isn't your typical-how can I say this lightly without offending you, but this isn't your average club." He smirked and then pointed down at the lovely Miss Spenser. "She seems to know what she's doing here."

Sebastian turned back around to catch a glimpse of l.u.s.t running over. His best friend moved Miss Spenser to the bed in the room. There, he watched as his so-called friend pushed her down and brought her to him for another kiss-a real kiss. Then he seemed to stop everything. A sudden halt. A grin upward, realizing no doubt where he'd find a receptive audience and then he introduced the woman he planned to victimize to one of the Sabbat club drugs.

"Trust me. Live a little." He heard his friend begin to make her some promises about s.e.xual bliss and true enough torturous pleasure.

She brought him in closer, whispered in his ear. He saw her little teeth nip at Milosh's ear. She seemed willing. Too d.a.m.n willing.

"That's it. I'm putting a stop to this before-"

"She can handle herself." Darian informed him and continued to watch Constance.

"I'm sure she can but she's not going to do it while I'm around. This is sick. You are twisted."

Sebastian stormed out the door, but before he slammed it he heard his brother's words at his back. "I've been called worse little brother. I promise you. And I own every single t.i.tle I'm typically given."

Sebastian's fist flew into the door with a rage he didn't even know how to handle. "Open this d.a.m.n door now!" He kicked and pounded and hated like h.e.l.l to do it, but he finally busted through it when no one answered. On the bed, spread out like a true seductress, Constance's hands and feet were bound and cuffed to the circular bed. A few toys were on the mattress.

Several of the club bouncers immediately came in behind him. His friend, Milosh shot him an angry stare "What the h.e.l.l, man?"

Sebastian arrogantly walked by him. "Get this piece of s.h.i.t out of here." He called out to his bouncers. He didn't look at his buddy-they were no longer friends. He told him-off limits. He did not stutter when he said it and he sure as h.e.l.l meant what he said.

"What did you just call me?" Milosh followed him over to the corner where Constance laid strapped down against the mattress. "You're out of line, man!"

His eyes changed colors and Constance must have known she was dealing with one of her own kind. "I think I'd listen to him." She probably didn't know Milosh had similar capabilities and in that moment he wasn't sure she even cared. The man staring down at her suddenly gained her interest and he realized it. Next to Milosh, he looked like a Greek G.o.d so he felt confident of Constance's approval.