Zombies Unleashed (The Vampire from Hell Part 6) Read Online Free PDF

in her book?  That’s all true.  She’s a vampire.  Our father is Satan and you, Nathan, have kidnapped another daughter of Satan.  Don’t you think he’ll come for me?”
    “They’re dead!” The three of them screamed back at me.
    Trying to mask the fear and concern that now covered Nathan’s face, he said, “Shut up, you cunt.  No shopping for you.  Put her in the hole, T.”
    T grabbed me and shoved me out of the bathroom down the hall to the room where I’d be locked up in the long coffin shape wooden box I despised.  “You must think we’re real idiots.  Vampires aren’t real.  Demons don’t exist.  You thought we believed all of that?  Come on!”
    I kept my head down as T pulled at me.  I didn’t want him to see the glowing smile I had on my face.  The pain between my legs from the gangbang retreated some as I enjoyed my momentary victory.  Nathan and his friends had no idea what they had done and I was pleased with myself that I had finally said something.
     
     

Chapter 5
    Work before Family (Satan)
     
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    “ There are no secrets to success. It is the result of preparation, hard work, and learning from failure. ” ~ Colin Powell
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    For some reason it took the guys forever to answer the door.  Like any upstanding businessman trying to keep his customers happy, I waited patiently in front of Nathan’s apartment with my merchandise.  Someone would let me in eventually.
    When the door flew open, the one they called T almost yanked my arm out of its socket as he dragged me across the threshold.  I never invited myself in.  I found it rude to do so and bad for business.  Looking ever so much the human, I prided myself on keeping my manners in check.  My bright white t-shirt hiding under a navy blue blazer with sparkling silver buttons, neatly pressed and deathly straight dark blue jeans, and a pair of polished black cowboy boots gave me the appearance of a genuine good ole boy.  I was straight as an arrow and happy to serve any of my customers a bottle of my wine.  For a price, of course.
    “Luc, Luc, hello.  Come on in.  We were busy.  Sorry about that.  Just cleaning up some stuff.  Put the case right down there if you like.  What do I owe you?”
    “The usual is fine.”  After placing the case of wine on the scratched up dining table, I ran my hand through my wavy brown hair, hoping the recent gusts of winds around Market Street had not disrupted my pristine hairdo.
    T, who was Nathan’s number one goon, appeared unusually nervous.  His hands shook as he handed me the cash.  I pretended not to notice the blood smears on the hardwood floor or the smell of the sex still clinging in the air.  They had been fucking on my daughter again.  Obviously, I did not approve.  Stephanie was my baby, my sticky sweet sensation, my one and only.  But before I went off on my devoted customers, I had to remind myself why I was here after all.  For now, I left it alone.  The greater plan, as the one they call J would say, must prevail.
    As I had been doing for about eight months, I ignored the fact that some street punks had my youngest daughter.  I had found her again and she was relatively safe.  When the time was right, I’d save her.  Selling my product was my number one priority these days.  Work before family, as they say.  I knew where my daughters were and that was all that mattered.  I had work to do before bringing them back into the fold.  One step at a time.  We’d be back together and a family again very soon.  For now, work had to come first.
    Besides business was booming.  Oh yes, business was better than ever.  Thanks to my main distributor, Nathan, I had customers in every neighborhood in San Francisco.  Starting small was a good idea.  It gave my Devilish Beasts wine the street credibility it needed.  Many wine distributors from Napa Valley had snubbed their noses at my wine when I had first approached them.  Obviously, I wanted to