Benji Dunn Novels & Stories

The way he dunked the ball through the hoop was as skilled as those NBA basketball stars. Every morning, Benji would go for a run on the track field. He was so disciplined that I felt ashamed of myself, seeing as I kept talking about wanting to go on a diet without putting in actual action. Benji would always study seriously in his classroom as well. His features were starting to take on a mature edge, but whenever he happened to spot me, he'd smile at me. It made him seem more like the youthful teenager he was. On rainy days, Benji would stand at the stairwell with an umbrella in hand because he wanted to wait for me to get off work. I tended to make fun of him during those times by asking

But that was it. To her astonishment, the person, who identified himself as Ben Iusuf, was chatty and identified himself as being fifteen years old, and living in California. He was also a fan of Cristiano Ronaldo and that sort of sealed things for her. She giggled as they chatted, with Maddie doing the typing as she was quicker than Tara. The young girl pushed her blonde braids back, her pretty face pink, with pleasure as Ben kept talking about himself and his family, the dog they had, named Obie, and his sisters, who were always troubling him. Chatty Ben told her that his mother was a nurse while his dad worked at a factory.

“You wouldn’t help me. You don’t give a fuck about anything apart from yourself. But I don’t need your help. Once Mitch is in charge, I will be rich and powerful and people will treat me like they treat you now.” “Did you take down the grid?” Ellis asked. “That would be me,” the burning man said. “The name is Benji.” He punched her in the face and Ellis fell out of her seat and into the pool of Nin’s blood. She was so dazed by the blow that she couldn’t even roll over. Benji seized her by the lapels of her tunic and dragged her up. “Do you remember me? You set me on fire. Look at me!” Ellis did. She tried to hide the horror she felt. His face was riddled with scars and his mouth was curled i

I giggled at his stupidity as he walked past me and out to the car. “Well, I am glad to see that Dillion and you seem to get along because he is going to be staying with you in Rome.” I turned around and held my breath as I looked at Jensen standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that showed off his abs and chest muscles perfectly. A pair of ripped black jeans with black converse high tops and a black leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. He was breathtaking and I could feel my lust for him rising more and more. I calmed myself and walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Aww. Are you jealous handsome?” His arms came around my waist and p

“No need. When I’m there it’s not for long periods of time, I don’t have a reason to stay. If I need to stay to do my job and protect Declan I will.” Benji walked back into the bedroom, “I’m packed and my bag is loaded into one of the SUV’s. I’m ready to go kill some shit, when you are.” He winked at me. Declan walked over to me, “I don’t any issues with a shock and awe kind of approach. My question is what the hell are you?” I made eye contact with Declan and searched his eyes for concern. There was none, there was nothing but pride. “I told you, you are not the strongest in the room anymore.”

I assure him “alright, I will talk to you later” he says and hangs up the call. After my call with Mario, I lay in bed looking at Zoey’s photos, I feel my heart get heavy and I begin to cry, I had never stayed this long away from my little girl, I could only imagine how much she misses me. I let out a sign and switch on the tv just to pass time. Am surprised the first thing I see is Benji talking about his daughter And asking who ever kidnapped her to call him and he would give them any amount of money, I roll my eyes and switch off the tv again, Benji is acting like his daughter just died, I don’t believe he just appeared on tv for her and yet didnt mention anything about my Zoey, I decide

“When I woke up, I promised myself I would destroy every single person responsible for what happened to my family. Unfortunately, Andrew died before we could get revenge, but then Mom found out your mother was pregnant with you and so the plan changed.” My breathing becomes uneven as Benji continues. “Mom rebuilt my father’s company because revenge needs money.” He leans back slightly. “I grew up and hunted down every single man who touched me and my sister that day. With my mom’s help I took them down by the time I was seventeen before focusing on you.” “But why wait so long?” I whisper brokenly. Benji smiles, “Because I wanted you to suffer… I wanted your father to watch me destroy your li

“How are you? When are June and Tiden coming back?” Oh. I blinked and smiled wryly at him. He’s Benji. Not one of my friends but he’s a batch mate of Tiden and June and of course one of Vine’s die-hard fans. Well, when it comes to collecting merchandise, he topped second to me because he also has the largest collection of Vine merchandise. “I don’t know?” my answer. “Just look for them on the streaming sites,” I said and passed him by. I heard him complain but I continued towards the main building. It’s almost seven and I don’t want to be late for Prof Waye. That Professor’s a terror.

Dario POV "His name was Benjamina Gallo. Also known as Big Ben or Gaz back in Australia. DNA confirms he was the son of Gianni Fantana. He was some estranged cousin of your rival family from the shootout, if my research is correct?" The detective had told us a week after the kidnapping. He was talking about the man Ada said was clearly the boss. He was right.

If Cory found out about it, he would be in trouble! "You tell me too. Who are all of you? Why were you at the factory?" Jane sized Benji up. Adding things up from what she had heard, she asked tentatively, "Are you one of Beck and Call's?" "No," Benji denied flatly. "I have nothing to do with Beck and Call. Also, you're leaving tomorrow. Don't mention Beck and Call at all. My boss hates them the most. So you better not cause me trouble." "Why—"