Anthony Padilla Tattoo Novels & Stories

I looked at him confused, I thought the tattoo would have more meaning than that. "I got it when my mother died, she never liked the mafia life, her last words were cheers, I had to complete it, in memory of her, cheers to life." It was a beautiful tattoo. "The other tattoos have no meaning and there's the familia tattoo at the back of my ear, born of blood, sworn by blood, die with blood." I stood up and walked over to him tracing the back of his head, my fingers ran down to the back of his ear. The tattoo ran vertically down his ear. I knew of the oath, Antonio has the same tattoo, my father had the same tattoo.

But to them, my silence was as good as a confession. "Nothing to say now, huh?" Antonio weighed the bottle in his hand, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. "Pretty soon, we're going to strip you down and see what tattoos you're hiding. The mafia loves their crosses and their saints. I bet you're no different." In less than ten minutes, the roar of motorcycles echoed from beyond the yard. The front door flew open with a kick, and five thugs with dyed hair and tattooed sleeves barged in. "Boss, where's the guy?"

Then, curiosity got the better of me, and I followed him inside. “If it isn’t Mr. Moreno Armani, it’s been a while man,” a young man wearing a black apron said shaking Moreno. “How are things,” Moreno said to him and I just stood at the corner feeling uninvited. “Good good, here to get another tattoo done?” he asked Moreno. “Not for me actually,” he said looking at me and I looked back at him confused. “This is my wife Bella you must have heard about her, she’s been bugging me to get a tattoo with my name on her and I can’t say no” he lied through his teeth. “Mrs, Armani,” the man said bringing his hand for a handshake. “I’m Pablo, you look better in person I’ll admit” “Thanks” I replied loo

Then I noticed something peeking out, it was a tattoo, a poor covered tattoo but I didn't put too much mind on it. I went inside to get a bowl of water and a towel, I started cleaning him gently, his whole body then I noticed that the tattoo was finally coming out fully. It was the freaking same tattoo that I saw from the person that tried to kill Glen at the hospital and the one on Conrad, were they all in the same gang? "This just keeps getting crazy," I said softly as I laid him back on the bed but Glen pulled me in as well falling on his body. "Please don't leave me," Glen's voice was soft, almost broken, "Addison... don't leave me..." he held me tighter once again.

I didn't get to see the front but he gave it to me to change into. "It has your name written on it", I said. The boy chuckled and Anthony nodded. "It's yours", he said smiling. "Okay", I took it and walked away to change into the hoddie. Inside, I got a better view of the hoddie. At the back, 'Anthony' was written on it and at the front, an infinity sign was drawn on it with "I'll love you forever and always till infinity and beyond" written in the infinity sign. I removed the tee I was wearing and put the hoddie on. I straightened out my hair and went out of the room. I got out and saw Anthony wearing a hoodie just like mine. At the front, an infinity sign was also drawn with 'I'll love you

I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and grabbed my phone, stepping out onto the balcony, shutting the door behind me before dialing. Jonathan picked up on the first ring. “What did you find?” I muttered, running a hand down my face. “Talk to me. I wasn’t really listening when you called.” A beat of silence. Then, Jonathan exhaled. “You’re not going to like what I found.” I clenched my jaw. “Just say it.” “The guy we caught—the one with the tattoo? He’s connected to Antonia.” I stilled. Jonathan continued, his voice grim. “Not just connected. He works for Diego.”

A black wolf head with dark ink. I stared at it, frozen. Adrian didn’t have tattoos. He hated them. He used to complain about temporary tattoos on kids. “Oh,” I whispered. Brian raised an eyebrow. “Now do you believe me?” “I… maybe.” I stepped closer, still staring at the tattoo. “It’s real?” “Yes.” I lifted my hand like I wanted to touch it, then stopped and dropped it fast. “So you’re really… Brian.” “Yes.” “And you really work here?”

Yanna “Rowan Alister.” Antonio says as the image of a man is projected on the screen. He is a twenty two years old that has a middle school record but dropped out from high-school and left his orphanage once he turned eighteen. Another picture is projected and its of him shirtless working on a cargo ship, the picture was taken from afar so we zoomed in. I point to the familiar tattoo on his arm. “This tattoo.” Enzo nods. “It’s the same one from your mother’s killer.”