Anthony Padilla Tattoo Novels & Stories

I suddenly found myself intrigued by this too. “The answer lies right here,” Senor Ramirez said, zooming into the picture with the remote control. It was a tattoo on the forearm of one of the hooded members, in the shape of a diamond with knives coming out of each of the four corners. Inside the diamond-shaped tattoo were the initials ‘NP’, presumably standing for the ‘Night Prowlers’. “Now, if we look at this too,” Senor Ramirez zoomed out and zoomed back in to a photograph of Sir Cornelius Slater shaking hands with the current Prime Minister of the UK, David Peterson.

Couldn’t they talk about something else? “Can we skip the whole sir thing?” Anthony sighed. “I’m not your commander, Felix. Just call me Anthony—or Tony.” He cleared his throat. “I own a tattoo shop downtown. If you ever want ink, I’ll give you a discount.” And there it was—Anthony sliding in his marketing pitch. “Or your friends,” he added. Felix smiled nervously, clearly flustered. “I’m not brave enough for a tattoo. But… I can mention it to my buddies.”

“Did the man have any tattoos? How tall was he? Anything that you can tell me that stuck out would be good.” Anthony lowers his damaged chin thoughtfully. “He-he was tall with a bald head, tanned, and had like a Spanish accent. And he was packing heat, bro. I could see two guns holstered to his chest. I tried not to stare too much in case he was feeling froggy. You feel me?”

Annie cooed, clutching him tightly and whispering in his ear, "I'll make this right, okay? Stop being mad." She patted Hudson's back soothingly, then turned to me, speaking as if I were her sworn enemy. "As you can see, he's devastated. You'll have to take the hit this time, Luther." With that, she gestured to the bodyguards outside. "Break his right hand. Consider it an apology to Hudson." My eyes snapped wide. I was known in the industry as a master tattoo artist. By giving that order, Annie was destroying my entire livelihood. Two bodyguards stepped forward, one on each side, pinning me in place. I struggled and shouted with all my strength, but it was futile. One of them ultimately seize

"The smaller one has a poke mark on the right cheek. The large one has a tattoo on his belly." The man wrote the observations. "What kind of tattoo?" Gillian hesitated then she turned to Tita Chedeng. "Please, cover your ears," she whispered gently. When the older woman swathed her ears with the shawl, Gillian spoke evenly. "Slut slayer." After several hours of a very detailed testimony, Gillian was exhausted both mentally and physically. Tita Chedeng provided food and drinks but the emotional distress of going back to the dark hours was untreatable.

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

Valerie felt a sudden surge of warmth engulf her, her heart pounding in her chest. She swallowed hard, the air thick with unspoken words and unacknowledged feelings. "How did you get these scars?" Antonio's lips curved as he held her hand against his chest, the warmth of his touch seeping into her skin. "Just reminders of my line of work," he replied softly. "They are now a part of who I am." Valerie nodded, understanding flickering in her eyes as she traced the outline of another scar with her fingertip. Each mark seemed to tell a story of its own, tales of battles fought and wounds healed. "And your tattoos? Do they mean something?" she asked softly.

Every pattern of his tattoos was unique, there was a phoenix on his left arm, but it was bathed in blood, what could be the story behind that I wondered. “What are you staring at? My tattoos?” he inquired holding up his arm and touching the phoenix drenched in blood. “I got this the night Emiliano disappeared” he smiled, then clapped his hands together. “Well then with that out of the way, it's time to finally head home sister….. Or rather, excuse me “Mrs Donattelli” Sounds amazing doesn't it?” he laughed maniacally as he gestured towards the door. I started to move towards the door, I gave Becky another glance but her beautiful face stood perfectly still, maybe it was my mind playing tricks

He pointed to his tattoos as he spoke. 'This is a tribute to Adrian," he said. He pointed at the tattoo that sat on the left side of his body just below his shoulder blade. It was the name Luca with a halo above it with angle wings on either side of it. Underneath it said, 'I am because you were'. "That's beautiful," I mumbled as I stood up and walked closer to him to get a closer look. "This is for Blade." On his arm was a dagger. The blade was cut in half and the word

"Do you have to ask that now?" Faith tried to stop herself from smiling, "I've always been curious." She rubbed the tattoo gently. "Something I got in college. It was an impulsive decision. I can have it removed if you hate it," Anthony said. "What? No way. I think it's..." "It's what?" Anthony asked. "It's sexy," she whispered, then buried her face in his chest to hide her blushed cheeks. She couldn't believe she had just admitted it. Anthony suddenly grabbed her hips then thrust into her even more, emitting a loud gasp from within her throat.