Bratva Tattoo Novels & Stories

My heart hammers at the sight of him, seemingly having a nightmare…the lead Enforcer of the Russian Mafia, a man who kills on demand, being reduced to a quivering mess in bed as his demons continue to pursue him. Feeling brave, I place a hand on his chiselled chest and run my fingers over his skin. He seems to calm down at my touch as I trace the outline of a bold triangle behind the name ‘Viktor’ tattooed in Cyrillic script over his left pectoral. “He was my younger brother,” Dimitri suddenly speaks up as if reading my mind and when I look up into his face, I see nothing but pain behind his eyes. What was his dream about? What has gotten him so terrified and angry that it haunts his sleep?

,Raze said. “Everytime,a Silvenia was born,they put the tattoo.I have mines on my neck,Rex on the back of his left hand”,Rouge said and Rex shows his left hand to me “Russel on his wrist on the right hand”,Rouge continue and Russel shows me his right wrist “And Raze on his collarbone”Rouge ended. Ace cleared his throat and aked, “Doesn’t it hurt for babies to get a tattoo?”I just nodded that means I agree to what he just said.

I approached their weak-ass leader and pulled him by the collar. "Remember my face and this tattoo you dummy, cause this day forward I will be your master. You and your useless gangmates will be my slave. You understand?" I said, looking hard at him. I grabbed his jaw and took a dagger that I always hid inside my boots. I carved a letter 'V' on his face. It stands for Violet. I tap the wound I made. "Aarrgghh!" He cried out in pain. Oh, my, my. Music to my ears.

Now Billina and Ashton were alone without getting disturbed. She raised both of her hands and removed the t-shirt. Now she was topless in front of him. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Getting rid of this fucking Barbie shirt," she replied wearing the lace bra in black. "Can you help me with the hooks?" she turned around facing her back at him and asked. "Sure," he gave a nod and hooked her bra. "This tattoo..." he roamed a hand on her beautiful tattoo. It wasn't a symbol or any art but a letter.

The wannabe Barbie goes up to James, practically shoving her disproportionately large cleavage from her tiny top in his face. Skyler, who is behind her, turns to us and puts two fingers in her throat, mimicking someone who's vomiting. I get it, James is her brother. I bite my lower lip to try not to burst out laughing. The blonde doesn't notice anything, too busy looking at James. "I'd like a tattoo on my right butt cheek. Can you do it?" Her voice is shrill. It sounds like her vocal cords are stuck in the door. James points to me. "She does the designs, I handle the tattooing."

It’s no secret the Ponti family isn’t happy about the ties between the mafia and bratva, but I didn’t think they’d go this far. The Italian is looking for shit to rain down on his head. Once Viktor, the head of the bratva, and Andre, the head of the Demonyo mafia, hear of this, all hell will break loose. The Demonyo Mafia is tied to the Bratva through marriage, and from what I’ve heard, it’s a happy marriage. There’s also the fact that Viktor and Andre are close friends. With Ponti taking us, he’s declaring war on the mafia and bratva.

he says, his gaze intense. “Really? Where?” He takes another glance at the drawing and looks up at me again. “The first Signora used to have something like this tattooed on her arm. Here.” He points at his upper arm. “But hers, the stick is more curvy, like a snake.” Vittoria had this tattooed too? Last night Marciano said he suspects some family has allied with the Russian Bratva, but what if it’s Vittoria’s family all along trying to get revenge for their daughter?

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

She also noticed the echoes of lovers bouncing off the walls that separated the past from the present, unaware of the truth they carried. Her gaze dropped from Brahim's jet-black eyes to his left arm, to the area of his biceps in particular, where a plaque-shaped tattoo gleamed. Out of inertia, Bethany brought one of her hands to the tub and traced it with her fingers. It was that tattoo she saw in her dreams. -What's wrong? Does it bring back old memories? - He asked, leaving a flash of lust in his voice. Brethany pulled his hand away as if he had been electrocuted. And he didn't take a second longer to get off.

Levi's POV I blinked. “Tattoo?” I echoed in disbelief. Even my wolf was curious now. I’d seen her body naked and bare, and I’d never seen a single spot on her that indicated she had any kind of marking. “She has a tattoo on her back,” Rita continued, unphased by my skepticism. In fact, she was smirking, happy that she knew something that I didn’t: “One that can only be seen in moonlight--- some witchy shit! Scared the hell out of me the first time I saw it.” She shrugged. “She said it was a gift from her mother when she turned 12 and shifted for the first time.”