Novel & Cerita Dash X Danny

DON VITO SOME YEARS AGO, “Bring her in.” “I hope you did a neat job. No one saw you?” “Not at all,” Danny answered. Danny is one of my secret agents who does dirty jobs for me. Smuggling, Kidnapping, Murdering. He was good, sharp, and fast. He was the right person to do this job. I know how much Antonio loves and protects his sister. I already had him disoriented after I made one of my men at his place steal the suitcase.

she asked, anger evident on her face. Dean approached me, and I noticed how Linda looked at him, almost on the verge of tears. Then the guy stood up and approached Dean with a smile. "I was hoping you wouldn't come," he said to Dean, who shot him an angry look. "Yeah, Drake, I came, but I wasn't planning on seeing you here." Observing them both, it was clear they weren't the type to act like friends. Dean referred to him as Drake, so I assumed he must have been the one who called earlier.

I forgot about the Henny situation. "Henny is my childhood nickname. It pisses me off to hear it so Bobbie decided to use it all the time," Henry responds and gives him the same up and down look. Henry is taller and thicker, Dash looks incredibly sharp next to him, especially fresh out of camp, "You’re Dash, right? Dash Santos. I've heard all about you." "Yeah," Dash says, his frown still evident. He doesn't like this, "Well, I haven't heard shit about you except you're the best friend she lives with, Henny.”

DAISY My body shivered as Grayson daddy loosened his grasp around me, pulled his fingers out of my wet cunt and gave my cunt a small spank. I shuddered even more at the spank before hurriedly pushing the car door open as Daddy Luxuria stepped out of the car too. He walked over to the other side of the car and with my jelly knees, I did the same, hurrying over to the other side of the car where the car could cover us up a little from the view of whoever would be passing by.

His beta entered—Lieutenant Daniel, clad in formal armor, eyes darting from the destroyed wall to the blood-soaked floor, then to the dead assassin sprawled at Alexandro’s feet. “My King,” he bowed slightly, then glanced at the wound. “You’re injured.” “I’ll live,” Alexandro said coldly, his voice sharp as steel. “Find out who sent him.” Daniel nodded, face grim. “Yes, Alpha. I’ll start immediately.” As Daniel left with the guards to handle the body, I found myself staring after him, but my mind was elsewhere. Spinning. Spinning. Who would try to kill me today of all days? Who wanted to stop this marriage so desperately? Was it someone from my tribe? One of Alexandro’s enemies? Or something

"That's outside a doctor's pay grade. I handle the healing; I don't do intel." The look in Danny's eyes changed—the social politeness stripped away, replaced by genuine respect. "Chloe, I know I'm just a guy who runs errands, but if you're cool with it, I'd like to call you a friend." He straightened up, his tone crisp, like he was finalizing a contract. "If you ever find yourself in DC—whether you're in trouble or just need backup—Danny is just a phone call away." I was going back to DC.

"A bit early for you isn't it, old man?" Danny laughed. "What is it everyone calling me old man? I much prefer Danny or tattoo-Dan." I laughed, nudging his side. "It's because we love you and love giving you shit even more." He grunted as Careen slid a beer in front of me. I took a pull from the bottle as I looked over my shoulder to find Alexander coming into the bar from the hallway. I nearly choked on my beer at the sight of him. Damn, he looked good. More than good. He was straight up delicious.

“Naughty girl. Letting another man flirt with what belongs to your Daddies.” Smack. Dante’s hand came down hard on her ass. Ashley cried out, jolting forward. “Count them,” Dante ordered. “On-one…” she gasped. He spanked her again and again—ten firm, stinging slaps that left her ass glowing red and her thighs slick with arousal. By the end she was whimpering, grinding helplessly against his thigh. Nico unzipped his pants and freed his thick cock, stroking it slowly. “Ride my thigh, princess. Show us how sorry you are.”

Only twice have we gotten personal: one being my shit-ass-drunk confession about my sister-in-law, the other was when Danny broke up with Dick-face. I've only ever seen Danny with one guy and that was last summer. He was a dick-faceprofessional-shirted dick-face with long sleeves and a tie even in the heat. Dressing down for him was taking off his suit jacket and leaving it in his car. The car was another problem, a sissy-assed Prius. I didn't like him. Liked him even less when I found out he was a defense attorney. Not that Danny told me this. I saw his ad on television in the middle of a baseball game, with his big white teeth offering to help you with your DUI or personal injury case. Yea

The glass shattered, the sound muffled by the rain. “Danny,” Alex’s voice rumbled through Nets computer, a quiet invitation. “He’s ready.” The transport door slid open. Danny stepped out into the rain. He felt the cold water on his face, but he didn't shiver. The rage inside him was a white-hot coal, keeping the frost at bay. He walked slowly across the pier, his footsteps sounding like a death knell on the wet pavement. Ote’s eyes widened as Danny approached. His lip was bleeding, and his face was pale with a terror he had spent years inflicting on others.