Anthony Padilla Tattoo Novels & Stories

It was a relief but still. Suddenly, the door thumbed open. I rushed my stare to the door and met a half-naked Antonio. He wore grey shorts but no shirt or rather his torso was clothed with tattoos. Looking at him, you would never assume he had even one tattoo. They sat perfectly on him. As his eyes locked with mine, I quickly broke away and lowered them and lowered myself as well back on the edge of the bed. He walked past me rubbing his hair dry with a towel.

It's the second time I've seen it today. "I'm going out to dinner. I don't see why that should bother you." "Dinner? Or a date?" He gets into my personal space and all I can smell is him. My body is surrounded by his heat. "Is it that Warren boy?" He places his palm on the door beside my head. His blazer has been discarded on the couch, more like folded neatly on the couch. He's loosened his tie and rolled up his shirt sleeves to display his sinewy forearms, which are covered in tattoos. I would have never pegged prim and proper Anthony as one to have tattoos on his arms as well. I thought they were only limited to his hands.

His long dark hair fell around his shoulders, water droplets clinging to the strands, wet locks contrasting against his bronze skin. I smirked. Another irony. Anthony and Jamal had the same tattoo. I never thought much of the fact that they were similar. They both had the same taste but were so repulsive of each other. I wouldn’t let either of them know though. I know how they’d react. Jamal would wonder how the hell I got to be close to Antonio to check out his naked upper body. Antonio would only be eager to rip Jamal's head off his neck, his obsessive nature not able to handle that I had seen another man without a shirt on.

"What's the tattoo on your arm?" Ah? Oh... All the subordinates of Pryce have such a tattoo as it's our sign. The young man answered hurriedly. "Then, a hint of indescribable emotion flashed across Mango's eyes." "That was to say, the poppy flower tattoo did have something to do with Pryce." "Though, she didn't know what Nathaniel had investigated." What's your name? "Mango asked the young man's name all of a sudden and he was frightened, but he quickly answered, ""My name is Paul Zhang."""

“ You keep asking me the ,meaning behind the tattoo of Angel wings on my chest . Let me tell you then , the real reason behind this tattoos . “ said Antonio unbuttoning his shirt to the end and showing Damian a clear look of his two wings on the chest . “ These………are tattoos used to cover my wounds . “ said Antonio . “ Wounds ? “ asked Damian confused . “ Yeah ! Wounds………What kind of wounds do you think they are ? “ said Antonio with half a smile . Damian looked at the tattoos again with a shocked expression as they covered the wounds so perfectly to the point that it was impossible to tell whether they were truly wounds or not . “ Who dared to do those wounds to you ? Tell me ! I will kill

Milli was up before dawn. Peeking in Lloyd’s room, she saw sprawled out on the bed in his boxers. Empty bottles from the mini-bar covered the night table. On one shoulder was a military tattoo, and in the center of his chest was a heart with a lettered ribbon. ‘ANTONIA’ was written there. It looked like an old tattoo, one that had spent years over his heart. She scowled as he rolled over onto his side, exposing his back. He was covered in scars and a few had come from bullets. She had grown up in the Vegas ghetto until she was 6, then had a close friend who was a cop and another who was a cop’s son, so she knew what those wounds looked like when they healed. She was glad Lloyd was out of the

He whispered, “I have a lot of tattoos under this uniform. Wanna see?" "Not now." He laughed mischievously. “You can get tattoos?” "Yes, I'm a tattoo artist, working at Johnson parlor." "Gallery Row?" “New branch, in Sante Alley.” He nodded slightly. His legs moved cheerfully. “I want to tattoo my body in a special part next time. Can you make one?” "Sure, anywhere, I'll make it." I played Sea games on purpose just to get my revenge on that steroid overdose bastard. How does it feel to see your boyfriend being teased by a thug, hmm?

" Anthony stood up from the bench he was sitting on for the first time and looked at Hilda with a smile in his eyes. He took a couple of steps forward, but before he could say anything, a large troop rushed in and pressed him down on the spot. In the end, Anthony was not charged for kidnapping. Luna told them that he had brought her out to play. Hence, he was simply released. Anthony was on the wanted list in many countries around the globe, but he did not have a criminal record in Taadi. After he came to an agreement with the Cannon's, he was granted a pardon and his slate was wiped clean. The whole world had scores to settle with him, except for Taadi. Alas, Anthony was dragged down to Nat

I snapped my head back, to the system. "What about the tattoo on your arm, I suggest it's best if you get rid of it since Tunde Ibrahim and his men are still having it. And the man you killed has the same tattoo. If by any mistake, the police officers see it on your arm, you'd be a suspect." She was right. "Well, Ann. That's very thoughtful of you." I complimented her. "Thank you, Mr Friedrich." She replied. "Concerning the tattoo, I would get it off when I go to Texas."

Mariam probably suggested him, or at least suggested his parent company. "What's your name?" I ask him. He spares me a glance and flexes. "Antony." I spot a tattoo peeking out from just under the sleeve of his shirt. The definition in his arm is impressive and I bet his tattoo looks a part of him, like a birthmark. "Nice to me you, Antony," I say, holding out my hand in greeting. He takes it, and I squeeze his palm harder than necessary. His face goes hard and he clutches my hand with more strength. It's a short, well played game, and I like Antony even more when it's over.