Danny Trejo Novels & Stories

I squinted at him. “I’m sorry,” I said, “do I know you? You look familiar.” He grinned. “I’m Danny Fox. I’m an actor.” Donatello looked him up and down. “Oh, you’re in that show about the baseball player.” “Yeah.” “Great show,” he said, “you’re a very talented young man.” “Thank you,” said Danny, “you’re a very important guy, Donatello Vitore. You own half of New York. I saw the article about you on Forbes. Those Eco-Friendly apartments that your building are going to be the way of the future.”

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.

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. “On my mark, we are going to leave…”

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.

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

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.

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.”

None of his two colleagues were doing great either. " I agreed with the idea of introducing another monster " Santana said gently. His grey hair was neatly combed and his suit were pressed and neat but that doesn't makes him less sad and downcast. " Who is this man you have arranged to go after Konstantin Dmitri? " For some seconds Mattia didn't speak as he took his time to reply. " Maximo Santino " Stunned totally by Mattia's response, Santana and Carlos shared a horrified glance. " You are kidding, why would you call in a Mafia Boss into this? " Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can'

My mind briefly flashes to Trey’s sinful self as well as the dirty things he did to me in that restroom–and my skin burns even hotter. "That is completely out of the picture!" I try to sound convincing. "I didn't get a 'boytoy' or whatever ridiculous thing you're trying to imply!" Danny remains quiet, using those sharp orbs to examine my tomato face. The longer I squirm under her gaze, the wider her evil grin stretches. "You bloody LIAR!” she shrieks after what feels like an eternity. “You did! You in fact got yourself a boytoy! Oh my God! How is he?! Is he hot?! Did he shift your whole damn womb with his massive dick?!"