Danny Trejo Novels & Stories

Finally, touches are made, and I am out of the door. I wait for the men at the foot of the stairs and they both show up. Santino as usual in an all black tuxedo while Maximo maintain his rugged look of wearing black ripped jeans, a black tight T-shirt with a black jacket. Of course, his feet are covered in boots. Both men check me out, heating my nerves as I struggle to maintain eye contact. Maximo’s look is intense as his eyes linger on my exposed thighs for a moment before he laughs a little.

But then, he felt a jolt each second as the collar tightened around his neck slowly. "A-are you insane?!" Trevor gasped out. "Then, tell me who you are!" Doctor Greg barked. "I am going to fúcking kill you as soon as I am out of this damned place!" Trevor growled. He struggled and yanked his hand, but it was of no use. "It will be easier on you if you just tell me what I need to know." Doctor Greg said calmly. "I do not fúcking know what you are on about!" Trevor jerked with each word he said.

Just then, Don Luciano walked out, dressed in a tight fitting sitting with a tie dancing on his neck. "I am shocked to find out that, that Italian singer is your crush." He smirked at me and my heart skipped a beat.

"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 answered. “The driver name is Trey, he has been following you closely for the past 4 days. It is kinda weird that you just realized about it today. I still do not know what is his motives behind this, but his last call log is from someone called Danny, do you have any problem with a person called Danny before?” He asked. As I tried to think who the hell Danny is? I have never known anyone called that before. “No, I do not know anyone with that name. Find out more about this Danny guy, and what is his motives behind this. Inform me again soon. Thank you, Pete.” I said as I cut the line off.

The room is silent, lit by a single flickering fluorescent overhead. A metal table sits in the center. One chair occupied. The other, empty—waiting. Danny Vega, 23, jittery, sits with a busted lip and one eye already swelling. His hands are cuffed in front of him, picking at a raw spot on his thumb. He tries to sit tall, to look tough, but his leg bounces with nervous energy. The heavy door creaks open. DI Reyes enters. Calm. Controlled.

I can't help but gulped as I first took off the choker I was wearing around my neck, then proceeded to take off my clothes until I was completely naked. "Follow me," Diego ordered me again and he walked ahead. I was ogling while watching Diego's sexy back, Diego's body is so fucking hot, I know that Diego is a professional stripper and he even does clubs and bar tours around Brazil and other countries to do strip shows with the other professional stripper. Diego's body still looks like a bodybuilder so I can't help but feel excited about what will happen between Diego and me tonight. Diego and I went inside the bathroom. He headed in front of the shower before he opened it causing Diego's bo