Anthony Padilla Tattoo Novels & Stories

And when I get out of the kitchen while eating the cake in my hand, I stopped when I saw Anthony get out of the bathroom. Anthony is not wearing any clothes and only a towel is wrapped around his waist. And I noticed something on his chest. "Is that my name?" I asked in surprise. I saw my name tattooed on his chest. He looked at me in surprise. "Camilla?!" he said my name in surprise. “Yes,” he answered as he stared at me and smiled.

The bitch is supporting his son and the others in doing this so he can go to hell for all I care. "The decorated one." Shade says nodding to the stencil in Rux's right hand. Mr. Rux beams and hands the stencil over to the tattoo artist. The bald man with a bushy beard is covered in tattoos and seems to in his fifties. He doesn't spare the chains around my wrist a glance as he grabs my forearm and twists it so that the underside of it faces upwards. All business, he shaves and cleans where the tattoo will be. He places the stencil so it begins right beneath the crease between my forearm and arm. I stay still. If this is going to happen then I at least don't want it to be a shitty tattoo. It'l

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

They were a team and friends, no apologies needed. “I… I didn’t mean any offense either. I am just too pissed off seeing the state Jack is in” Tyrell joined in. “I am too but we don’t even know if this Pete fellow is involved” Ian nodded. “That reminds me” Shadow put down his tumbler “I noted a tattoo covering almost half of his lower back. Boss, its similar to the ones that David sketched earlier. It has a lot more details…but I can’t be sure as I didn’t pay much attention.”

Octavius said while chuckling but his face turned serious afterward. “Do you know where they come from?” Antonio asked with a frown. “I don’t know as I even got my men in our of the security agencies in here but I choose from the grandmasters in the martial arts but hers are way more powerful than mine. Although I don’t know which company they are from, I know that they have a phoenix tattoo on the left side of their shoulder, on their backs,” he said and both Anabelle and Antonio took deep breaths. “What’s wrong?” Amanda asked as she couldn’t understand their behavior.

I couldn’t falter; I wouldn’t let him bleed out on my floor, not when every heartbeat felt like a silent plea for survival. I settled onto the cold linoleum, my heart pounding as I locked my gaze on his battered body. Every inch of him told a story, each tattoo a chapter of pain and survival. The bold double DD letters sprawled across his knuckles caught my eye first, a stark contrast against the bruises and blood. A tree, strong yet fragile, adorned his left forearm, whispering secrets of resilience, while the wave-like patterns on his ribcage danced dangerously close to his deep, ragged wound. But it was the quote etched on his right forearm that pulled at my heartstrings, resonating with

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

He holds his hands up and backs off. Lola pouts. “Being a girl suck sometimes.” Ryland strips down right in front of me. My gaze lingers on his bare chest. I swallow hard—he’s stunning. The tattoo etched on his stomach catches my eye, pulling my focus away from his sculpted body. It reads ‘Keep fighting.’ Words have never hit me quite as hard as those ones tattooed on his skin. I wonder why those words. What is the meaning behind them? I finally lift my head and look at his face.

The asshole in charge murmured to her and she stilled again as Jimmy collected some ink and started the tattoo. Antonio Ferrantè It only took a few minutes and Jimmy was cleaned up and ready to go. “Just keep it covered and dry.” He instructed as Matteo opened the door and waved him out before following. Antonio walked around to her hip and stared at his name etched into Quinn’s skin. “è cosi bello il mio piccolo cannolo” Antonio breathed. (It’s so beautiful, my little Cannoli) Quinn strained her head up trying to see. “Please, sir…can I see it?”

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.