Novel & Cerita Anthony Padilla Tattoo

It opened a few seconds later, revealing Bella and Donatello who smiled, greeting us. I wrapped my arms around my brother, hugging him tightly before turning to Bella who smiled. Anthony, Donatello’s dad, stood a few steps behind, looking at me, studying my expression. I looked down at my feet, avoiding his eyes. If I was embarrassed of anyone in this world, then it was him.

I stared at Arnold who wasn’t moving again and then I turned to see Adrian was being over powered by the guard he was fighting as he kept bashing his wounded head against the wall, blood stains had stained the white walls. Everyone went silent as I stared at my worlds crashing, I turned and saw the Cafeteria was now almost empty and chairs and tables were scattered around. Screams echoed in my head as more people ran out. I should call Dad. I thought as I turned, making for the exit. “Get her!! Don’t let her go, else I would have your heads taken off your necks!!” Ricko growled pointing at me. I noticed the tattoo on the side of his neck. “SAN-PEDRO MAFIA.”

Closer. Closer. Closer. “A tattoo,” I yelled. “They both had the same tattoo.” How did I miss that earlier? “Are you sure?” Prince Dante asked. “Positive, Master. I remember it now. Coral had a tattoo on her right forearm and so did Zane.” Master went quiet for a minute, then he asked. “Can you describe the tattoo?” “It was a cross in the midst of thorns.” When Coral raised her hands to pierce my neck, I saw it.

In that moment I knew I was not talking to Shane, but Spencer instead! Shane has a tattoo on his left forearm of a black cat in remembrance to his friend Catalina who tragically died in a hit and run accident. "You are not Shane!" I said in a shaky voice. Kyle pulled out his 9.mm and pointed it at Spencer’s head.

He walked over to where the men gathered and cleared his throat, getting their attention. They all raised their head to stare at him, one by one, a look he had gotten familiar with in their eyes. A look of admiration. He wasn't dressed in a shirt so his heavily tattoed chest and abdominal area were exposed. He had gotten another tattoo after Angelo's death. An eagle on his back and Angelo's name written under it, in Angelo's memory. ***

After a few clicks, Terrence confirmed his guess. Bingo. It’s a serpent tattoo. A symbol of Sinesteros. “It’s the Sinesteros symbol boss!” Cody excitedly announced. ‘I knew it. This is not just about that woman in the wheelchair.’ Terrence thought to himself. “Strip down their clothes!” Terrence commanded. Conrad and his squad immediately followed and pulled their clothes revealing the tattoos on their arms. Some had it on their chest. Terrence marched with heavy footsteps going in their direction. He took out his 9mm Rapide- Black Ice handgun from his waist and kneeled and pulled one of the men’s hair down and pressed the nozzle of his gun on his chin.

Stamp ejaculated as soon as he viewed what Mahiriko just got to drawn on his skin. Mahiriko frown and punched Stamp's hand when he touches his chest. "D*mn you, Stamp. It's not a f*cking pussy, it's a tarantula, you sh*tty sh*t." He corrected and study the tattoo at his reflection at the mirror. Stamp laughed his ass out and shows his Betty Boop tattoo on his back. "You see this, man? This is the real tattoo." He even let out his laugh like a wheezing animal.

His knuckles were white around the steering wheel, his jaw set tight. “I went there to negotiate if I could cancel the marriage but when I get there I saw the man named, Mac Anthony Avila. He has a spettro tattoo on the side of his neck. I think he’s the leader. That’s when I realized what my parents put me into. They… they sent me there as payment.” I told him. I stopped as a sob catching in my throat. My eyes are glistening with unshed tears already. Not long after, they fall until I lost count of the droplets of tears coming from my eyes.

He did. He introduced me to his organization as his daughter. He trained me personally, how to fight, how to shoot, how to kill. He got into my head. I became a totally different person. He gave me a tattoo that matched his. We were three who had that tattoo on our arms in that organization. I, Pa Alejo and Tyler. Tyler was the son of Pa Alejo's right hand. The tattoo was of an eagle attacking its prey. He said it signified glory and what not.

The room where he taught was at the back of the gym, next to another room where a group practiced yoga, both separated from the rest of the space by glass walls and a wooden door. That day, Padilha was wearing red shorts and a gray tank top with the name of the gym written on the front and "instructor" on the back. Paulina noticed that he had a monochromatic tattoo of a canine paw on his right arm, inside the image were the features of a canine face, and underneath were two red ideograms.