Danny Reagan Novels & Stories

But I didn't care anymore about Donna or about whatever regrets she might have. Danny shifted his attention to Rodney. "I would like to have a word." Rodney exchanged a glance with me and I gave him a slight nod telling him to decide how to handle it. Stepping away from the group, Rodney kept his posture relaxed, but his voice held a quiet warning. "What do you want?" Danny didn't waste time. "How is she?" Rodney tilted his head slightly. "You just saw her." Danny exhaled in frustration. "And what about Reid?"

“Tell me I’m wrong.” “You are.” “You walk around that office like you own everyone’s blood pressure.” Reagan took another calm sip of water, entirely unaffected by her accusation. “You terrified Daniel so badly on my second week there that he apologized to you for something Chloe did.” “That happened once.” “It absolutely did not happen once.” A brief chuckle escaped him then. Her eyes widened immediately in triumph. “There,” she said excitedly. “You laughed again.” “You seem very invested in this.” “Because nobody else will believe me if I tell them Reagan Royce actually knows how to act human occasionally.”

"We need to talk about Dianny." #

She was not attracted to anyone else except Alden. "That's not on my agenda right now," she replied. Reagan laughed heartily. She knew Cisca would reply that way. "I mean..." She shrugged. The man walked up to them, and Reagan beamed at him. "Good afternoon, ladies..." He greeted. They greeted him back politely, and Reagan went on to say, "It's nice to meet you." "My name is Daniel. I have been seeing you around here for a while." He introduced himself. "My name is Reagan." Reagan introduced herself by stretching her hands out for a handshake.

I think it was only Raven who could take his brute strength. And, that was saying something considering Danny had gotten stronger in the last couple of years. At his tender age of 24, Danny was already very big, his tanned physique was very muscular. His blonde hair, that used to flop into his eyes, was now brushed back. He wore a white collared shirt and I could see his muscles bulging through it. Danny worked as a personal trainer and the job matched his passions completely.

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.

His voice was deep and smooth, carrying an effortless authority that sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Duke continued, “And that one over there, getting all cozy with Zach?” He jerked his chin toward Ali. “That’s Ali.” Ali, who had been mid-laugh, turned and gave Reagan a dazzling smile. “Pleasure to meet you,” she said, her tone carrying its usual playful edge. Reagan gave her a polite nod, but his expression remained unreadable. “And this guy right here—” Duke clapped a hand on Reagan’s shoulder with a grin. “—is Reagan. A good friend of mine… and also my boss.”

"Danny?" "Danny Finn. He's in prison now, Riverbend Correctional. Got twenty years for a bank robbery that went wrong. But before that, he and his sister Caroline worked for your father. Eliminations. Making problems disappear. Your father sent them into a trap, got Caroline killed, got Danny locked up. But Danny knows things. Names. Locations. He might talk if you approach him right, offer him something he needs."

I said, pulling out a file, handing it to Carter to give to the men “these are the last of the things we got for the club, and I brought you here to know where your money was spent. Tonight is the opening and I expect you all to be there” “You needn’t worry, Pakhan, we will be there on time” Andrea, one of the Italian men said, his eyes meeting mine. I nodded, watching as they passed the file between them to see what had been bought to report to their own bosses. “If there is nothing that you need to ask, you can leave. Let your bosses know that I would be expecting each one of them to be there, and note that I do not like unnecessary delays” I said, watching as they got up. Donato Bianchi,

When he saw Sam, he raised an eyebrow and said in a teasing tone: “You really do have guts. I’m impressed. You’re going all out for the bastard you handed to Alexander. Truly, your fatherly love is awe‑inspiring.” Sam tensed, missing the mockery completely. He bowed his head slightly and replied, flustered but earnest, “Thank you.” Regan studied him for a moment and then asked, voice turning cold: “And what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?” Sam froze. Inwardly, panic surged. Regan was a renowned physicist, celebrated in academia and notorious in the shadows. He’d worked on nuclear weapons, produced groundbreaking research, and held deep influence in politics. Beyond that, he