Brock Lesnar Tattoo Novels & Stories

You'd be nothing but a tomfool if you underestimate him because he has all of the most hidden information about the underworld in his cryptic brain. Don't judge a book by its cover, right? "Then you tell me." I raise my eyebrow and take a sip from my drink. "The tattoo is a sign of the Bratva and it indicates their loyalty to the mafia family. When they assign as a member of the mafia, they cosign their life to the Devil and get the tattoo. Only exclusive members, who have seen him, get the tattoo on the neck. But the others get it on their wrist." He murmurs and keeps serving the drinks to the people.

Proud to be. I smirk slightly, looking down at his cock again, it makes my wrist look fucking small. My eyes blaze as I peel his boxers off and the sight in front of me makes me lick my lips. He’s perfectly groomed, the tip of his cock a smooth rounded tip and it’s shining with a few drops of precum. He has a tattoo just over his pubic bone, to the right side, a simple word but it looks so fucking hot. ‘Loyalty.’

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.

The only word that came to mind was drool worthy. My eyes were drawn to the tattoos that littered his body. The ones that lined his chest and ribs caught my attention and I badly wanted to know what they were. My fingers twitched at my sides wanting to go over there and run them across the tattoos. He threw his shirt off to the side and turned fully towards me. I couldn't stop myself from asking. "What are your tattoos of?" "Oh these." He glanced down at the ones on his chest. "This one," He pointed to the symbol on his left peck. "is the Marine's symbol. And this says 'Move mountains or die trying'." He touched the quote that was on his ribs.

They played for a bit she sighed dreamily as the Carson, Matthew, and Chuck took off their shirts, a few minutes later Leon, John, William and Blake followed suit, and she couldn't help but smile as she noticed that Carson and Blake had similar eagle’s tattoos on their left shoulders. But she also noticed the black jaguar that ran mid-back on Blake and the lion on Carson.

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

"All the brigadiers and lieutenants have arrived, Pakhan. They all are waiting for you. As per your order, the official tattoo artist is here too." Aleksandr nodded while Aria frowned at the information. "Tattoo artist?" She asked her husband. "Yes, if you had been my wife only, there would have been no need for a tattoo but you want to be a power partner. It means you are officially joining Bratva. This tattoo is going to be your crown, Aria. This is your last chance, if you want to back out do it now, because the tattoo is sacred. You have to wear it whole your life like a religious sign "

"Why are you holding Rose so close?" Braxton's monstrous muscles were the backdrop to multiple inked designs spanning from serpent skin to a large rose tattooed across his chest. Several scars peeked out through the tattoos, but they were hard to make out through the ink. Seeing him like this made me sure of one thing. I would definitely have to take him out in his sleep. Otherwise, he would always have the upper hand. Jordon's arms flexed around me before he released a breath, lowering me to my feet carefully.

Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V. Danica placed her clothes on the footstool at the end of the bed and raised her hand to touch his arm, glancing at Lorenzo for permission. *********** *LORENZO* I held my breath as she traced the outline of my tattoo, her finger skirting across my skin, her light touch echoing through my body, toward my groin, and I suppressed a groan. “Did it hurt?” I grimaced. “I could endure the pain. Are you interested in getting one?”

Despite the fact that he was a CEO and was the youngest, most successful business man in Detroit, this man must have been through a lot. He had a tattoo of a viper's head, covering the large expanse of his back. It was a masterpiece. But, Adelynn didn't know what lay underneath the tattoo. She didn't even know about the small but visible tattoo on his inner thigh that said, 'THEY'RE ALL TWO FACED LIARS'. Because if she had, she would have understood the reason for most of his actions. ...