Captain Levi Tattoo Novels & Stories

His heavy hand rested casually on his hip, right beside his worn leather wristband. "They aren't ready for what you're about to show them, Cassy," Karius added softly, his set lips relaxing into a rare, barely noticeable smile. "None of them are." I looked at the three of them—Elijah, the commanding leader; Chase, the passionate charm; and Karius, the stoic protector. They were three alpha hockey captains who could tear an entire arena apart, yet right now, they were hanging on my every word, waiting to watch me take over. The sheer raw attraction between us was a living, breathing thing in the room, tight and intoxicating.

Both are wearing black face masks. The man was wearing a V neck and I could clearly see the tattoo on his collarbone. And it shaped like a triangle. My heart skipped a beat suddenly. It's still clear in my mind who I saw wearing that tattoo. I couldn't be wrong. I saw that when Levi dived to the bottom of the sea topless, and when he faced me inside the cottage with only a towel around his waist. My lips parted slightly. My gut was telling me that the man was Levi!

he replied. "So, we'll be taking my private plane and will be at our destination at exactly 1600 hours. Hop on!" he told Isabella. She was shocked to see the superior side of the Captain. He was like giving commands to his troops. "That's what you say to your co-soldiers?" she asked while giggling. "What co-soldiers? There is no such thing." he laughed at her chosen words. "Well basically yes, but I'm more stiffed and I shout most of the time when talking to them. They can't see this soft side of me. It's only for you!" Carter was very naughty. He loves teasing Isabella.

"You think sharing this fixes everything? I lied to you from the start. Used the hate to get close. Planned to take down your name and walk away." "Yeah I know that now" I said not backing off. "But you did not walk. You came back every time. Even when you said it was a mistake. That means something. The ledger changes the game. We can hit them together. Expose the fixes the threats the way they own players like you. No more lone wolf shit. We do this as a team." He laughed short and bitter but his eyes stayed locked on mine. "A team? You are the golden captain Evan. Perfect image perfect life. I am the guy with blood on his hands from back home. What makes you think I will not drag you down

” Theo explained in a rushed tone. “It is just a tattoo, Theo!” Mia finally shouted, looking up with red-rimmed eyes. She was trying so hard to believe what she was saying, even though deep down she knew how wrong she was. “You’re just looking for reasons to hate him! Leo doesn't know anything about mercenaries!” “Mia, listen to me!” Theo countered, his voice rising. “The man with the tattoo... he called Leo’s dad ‘The Commander.’ And we just found that symbol in Thorne’s book. It’s the mark of the Collectors.”

She thanked Missi and reached to close the door. Missi turned to leave. She was wearing a dark gray sleeveless shirt, and Leesa found her eyes drawn to a blue tattoo on the back of Missi’s right shoulder. The tattoo was heart-shaped and looked like it was fashioned out of blue flames. The blue fire immediately made Leesa think of Rave. She hadn’t seen him in over a week, which was at least a week too long as far as she was concerned. If she ever got brave enough to get a tattoo, she decided she would get one similar to Missi’s. A heart made out of blue fire would be the perfect symbol if her love for Rave. She smiled as she wondered what kind of tattoo Rave could get to display his love for

Next, he took the towel that was hanging on the hook at the back of the bathroom door, and with all three – he walked back into the room. Levi hesitantly took Ethan’s bottoms off as well, leaving him in his boxers. His heart was racing in his chest. He doesn’t know why he was so nervous doing this. This wasn’t a big deal. Ethan’s body still had fading bruises and cut marks on it. Through those bruises, Levi could see the tattoo on his thigh. That’s the only tattoo Ethan has, it is a dying flower. The tattoo was simple with no details. It was just an illustration of a dying flower. Levi tried not to stare at it and cleaned his body with a drenched towel.

my husband says, impressed with this unexpected development, “This will be a tremendous help to us. Andrew, please circulate this sketch to everyone in attendance, and to our authorities who are aware of the situation.” Levi and I look at the sketch, and the detail is remarkable. Both appear to be in their mid-twenties, extremely thin. One is clean shaven, the other has stubble. They both have tattoos on their wrists. I look closer at the sketch, and Levi motions for Robin to step forward again. “Robin, these are incredible,” I tell her, “ My husband and I are greatly appreciative. I was just wondering about the tattoos on these men. Do you have any idea what they mean?”

I had done everything I could to evade the real answers to her questions, only providing her with a light form of the truth. “Let’s start with the tattoo then.” She stated firmly. “Why do you and Luciano both have it?” “What do you already know about it?” I asked her. We were both facing out into the plush navy skies. The deep velvet blankets glittered with white lights that reflected across the now still waters. “Only what he told me.” “It’s not a family crest.” I found her chocolate eyes watching me intently, her silence was the only encouragement to continue. “It’s a symbol of allegiance. I have one, my father has one.”

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”