Danny Trejo Novels & Stories

I had faith that Dane could and would. The man chuckled once more and remarked, “If you believe so.” He shook his head while still laughing and added, “He was unable to rescue Selena. How will he save you?” Then he slapped my ass. I let out a yelp, and fury burned through me. He was the one who killed Dane’s mate. “You bastard!” I sent a blow on the side of his head with all my strength, causing us to lose our balance and fall onto the cold forest floor.

He shot me a look before turning to me and raking his hands all over his hair. “What are you talking about? I went to New York because my territories were attacked. Why won’t you trust me? If you want a shot at a real marriage you’re going to learn to trust me.” “How can I trust a mafia don? All you people think about is money and sex and power. Plus, you haven’t proven to me that you can be trusted.” He sighed in frustration and looked away. Cars drove past us as we remained on the side of the road in silence, the silence in the air carrying thick tension.

The face that greets me is not the one I was hoping to see. "Hello, sweetie pie," Danny says, smiling. But I can tell it's fake, even though the only light source is the moon. Danny is dark-skinned. His black hair is styled in a low cut, and he has a beard. The Dolce & Gabbana suit he's wearing does little to hide his muscles. I'd be lying if I said he wasn't ripped. To sum it up, Danny is a gorgeous man, but even with all his handsomeness, he is the worst romantic partner I have ever met-except Jacob if I'm including that horrible human being in the running, too.

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo.

But still it was not a good thing to do in front of Alpha Darren in this situation. “What do you do, Mr. Fred?” asked Alpha Darren. This sudden question was actually aimed to distract Fred from Diana. “My job is a prosecutor. I work at the courthouse and outside of working hours I usually visit my restaurant,” Fred replied with confidence and no fear at all. *"You have a restaurant? Why don't you tell me? Next time you'll have to treat me there!” “It just opened Diana. Next time we'll go there.” Alpha Darren ground his teeth in anger. He hated that the conversation he started to intimidate Fred ended up being a pleasant conversation between Fred and Diana.

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'm so telling Mom on you. Your ass is toast, dude." Leo (as typed by Danny): Hey, pretty lady! You're looking damn hot. This is Danny, btw, you know, the Taylor brother you really want. He's trying to get the phone back from me, so I gotta be fast. Just wanted to say hi, and I hope you're liking CA. Drink a glass of that for me. I'm keeping my eye on the boy. He's doing okay, I guess, for a butt face. See ya soon, Q. It wasn't as bad as I'd thought it might be. Shooting Danny a snarl, I answered her for real.

He tapped the pipe lightly against the toe of his boot. “I’ll ask you again,” Juan said. “Your name?” The man let out a breath and muttered, “Daniel. People call me Danny.” Juan nodded. “Alright, Danny. Let’s talk.” Danny gave a weak smile. “Let me guess. You want to know who sent us.” Juan crouched again, elbows resting on his knees. His voice stayed calm. “No. I want to know why. You don’t plan an attack like that, moving in groups, using silencers, cutting off comms just to steal some random drugs. You were trained. You knew what you were doing.”

He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table. He pace about for more than five minutes before he finally walk towards the chair he sat on earlier and lowered himself unto it frustratedly. " We can't do this without Maximo Santino's help. He is the right man for the job " " Do you think he would agree on it? " Santana asked with his face twitched in confusion. " I can't be sure. I have never meet this man in person. All I Heard about him was that he is as handsome as he is sadistic and he is on his way here as we speak " Mattia responded stunning his two colleagues again.

She was terrified, he could feel the shivers deep in her body. “You know what? We got off on the wrong foot,” the man said, interrupting Xyrus’s thoughts as he switched tones, suddenly sounding more professional. “I didn’t mean to cause a scene. You see, I’m Danny Buenaford, and I’m here to speak to my wife, Lana Reign Buenaford.”