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I shuddered as I watched Ace slowly rid himself of his shirt. Tattoos I hadn't noticed since seeing him came into view. It was everywhere on his skin, the suit did well in covering it. A dragon was running down his shoulder blade to his torso at his back. Both hands inked with tattoos I didn't quite catch. However, the one that caught my eye was a Bible quote running from his earlobe to the nape of his neck. “I can do all things to Christ who strengthens me.” the quote read. I didn't picture Ace to be a religious person or maybe it was just a daily quote. A mantra or something.

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

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 simply shrugs off his black-and-gold coat, letting it fall over a nearby chair. The fabric slides down his arms, revealing the crisp white shirt underneath, stretched taut across those powerful shoulders. My mouth goes dry. He begins unbuttoning the shirt with deliberate, unhurried movements. One button. Two. The fabric parts slowly, revealing inch after inch of smooth, golden skin stretched over hard muscle. A dark, elegant tattoo in Japanese script trails down his left ribs, the characters bold and beautiful against his skin. My gaze traces it helplessly. He turns slightly to toss the shirt aside.

Is he naturally built like this? Asher steps backward to give me the full picture. I see stars on his knees that match his shoulders. He twists, showing the rugged expanse of his back. I was right: it’s a church inscribed over his shoulder blades and spine. It’s lovely, but above it is the terrifying image of a spider. “Layla told me about the tattoos in the Bratva,” I say. Inching off the desk, I approach him. He remains where he is, watching me over his shoulder. My hand touches one of the stars. “What do these all mean?”

he probed. My gaze forcefully trailed up from the movement of his fingers on the zip of his pants, “That’s not… Not what I’m talking about.” “Then what?” Despite the fact that we hadn’t concluded on the conversation, Dante got up from the bed and for a moment I thought he was angry, but every single word stuck to my throat faded so easily when he tugged his pants down and I saw the intricate, and neat font two word line tattoo below his hip bone. I could only see the first word which read: ‘Sin.’

Her breath caught hard in her throat, her mouth drying out until she couldn't even swallow. He was massive. Every single inch of his upper body looked like it had been carved out of stone. Thick, corded muscle wrapped around his wide shoulders and arms, tapering down into razor-sharp abdominal lines and a lean waist. On his ribs, a vicious black serpent tattoo twisted across his skin. Across the broad, scarred expanse of his back, bold Spanish script stood out in dark ink: La lealtad se paga con sangre. Viola stood completely rooted to the floor, her cheeks burning with an intense, humiliating heat.

This scripture was truly powerful. “Stay away! Stay away from Florian and surround Darryl!” Shaolin’s Master Reed was shocked. The power and damage caused by the Mysterious Godly Scripture practice, even if it was just the aftermath of the attack, was not something the disciples could withstand. The Deputy Head of Tianshan, Zachary, stared at Florian. Zachary was extremely excited after seeing that Florian was practicing the Mysterious Godly Scripture. “A giant, black python! A python! Florian Darby has a bright future. A very bright future!” Zachary called out, his voice trembling.

“You don’t have to be afraid. If there is anything I can..” “No!” she raised her voice. She flinched, startled by her reaction she apologized and left with her son. He kept looking backward as if he wanted to say something. “That is my luck. Anyways what are we going to do with them” I pointed at the three men unconscious. “Yeah” He drew closer to them and spotted a tattoo on their arms. “Wait I have seen it before” “Seen what?” “This tattoo,” “A lion with a sword” “Yeah”

My mouth began going down from kissing his neck to that strong broad chest, my eyes were closed but then I looked up to catch his expression after he held back a groan in his throat, but my eyes landed on his chest who welcome me with a new tattoo, I brushed my fingers on the ink, This tattoo was a combination of words which I knew was Spanish, those words were completing a circle and huge deadly snake was printed between them, starting from Amor (Love), Escapar (Escape), Desamor (Heartbreak), Venganza (Revenge), Misión (Mission), I could few words of it. “What is this, Armando,” I examined the details of that horrific tattoo, my eyes couldn’t move from it, It was obvious from some words tha