Captain Levi Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Leslie Amponsah and Isaac Aaronson. I must say that it is an honour to meet the two bright pearls of the city.” The leader smiled before letting go of Leslie’s chin. The others around him snickered at their leader’s words as the faces of the two men turned grim. Looking at the barely visible snake tattoo on the leader’s neck, Leslie became increasingly aware of what they had gotten themselves into. Isaac may have been slow to see that mark before, but he followed his friend’s line of sight and spotted the tattoo as well. His facial expression grew ugly in an instant once he recognized that that mark and he too understood that they were in serious trouble.

And this particular style belonged, without a single doubt, to the Cabral line. A token left behind after an incursion. Not a threat, not really. More like a calling card. A private joke written in blood and cedar. We were here. You didn't stop us. Try harder next time. I set the little wooden wolf down on the passenger seat like it might bite me, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and stared hard through the windshield at nothing. I let my mind go, against every single survival instinct I possessed, right back to the one place I had sworn never to visit again.

Like material wealth? "If it makes you feel any better," Kyle added with a sigh, lowering his voice, "I saw that the assassin had a tattoo on his forearm. And it looked like the assassin wanted to get Levi. The gun was just too long." My stomach tightened. That is not what I want to hear. "What did the tattoo look like?" I asked sharply. "A circle with a diamond inside. That's it," Kyle said, already reaching for a jewelry case. "Now I'll help you pack your collection." I stared at the diamonds. How disappointing.

My heart was pounding as I slid my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, making the article of clothing fall to the floor, my eyes fixated on the white-green tears on his dragon tattoo that weren't there the first time I saw him with his shirt off. "Are those ......" my voice was barely a whisper as I cut my sentence short. "I'm pretty sure that they are." "From whom?" I knew my question was stupid, but that didn't stop it from leaving my mouth. Levi placed his hand under my chin, placing his thumb on it as it tilted my head up to look him in the eyes. "You have GOT to be kidding me right now. You did not seriously ask that. You're pulling my tail, right? Don't you think that if it was

“I’m Elijah. Elijah Ledger, but my friends and family call me Eli.” “Right. So, Elijah?” He expels a low breath, setting the duffel down, then pulling up the sleeve of his navy shirt to reveal the entire tattoo. It is a geometric moon symbol with a wolf paw print in the center inked on his arm. “Happy?” He raises a gold brow. “Mine’s a bit different from everyone else’s marks, considering my dad is the alpha.” “Alpha, as in leader?” I pry. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

“There are some places in California I’d like to check out too, like Laguna Beach, for body-surfing, body-boarding, diving, and tide-pooling.” “A thrill-seeker, huh?” He grinned. “That I am.” I pointed to his tattoo, solid black, with curves that ended in points and interlocked in complex patterns and abstract designs. “Tell me more about that. I noticed it the first day at work, but I was too embarrassed to ask.” He lifted his short sleeve. “Oh. Well, this is the symbol of strength, power, and bravery.”

"I want the world to know who you belong to Maria." I laugh. "I think they do, Carlos. Your name is tattooed to my finger...which I know wasn't tradition until you became Capo..." Carlos laughed. "Just wanted it to be more sentimental...making sure you knew who you belonged to." I smile and lay my head on his chest. "I'm getting Everleigh tattooed on my chest tomorrow." "I want another tattoo... I want her tiny foot print on my hip." "Lets, let you heal up first...Baby."

Questioning it. Lucy turned around and showed off her tattooing equipment. "I tattooed that Eagle. And this is my first tats. I'm fine." She was arrogant and even raised an eyebrow at Amira as she told the story. "I want to, that's me too." He promised and barked. So Lucifer laughed because he seemed to be talking clearly. "Where do you want to put it?" Questioning it. "In that chest!" This said loudly and Lucifer was surprised. "Wait, are you shouting now?" Lucy exclaimed at him. "You too, I just imitated you." Its smile. It was as if Lucifer's heart would melt at Amira's smile. "Wear a helmet, I don't want to see your face. It's ugly." He said rudely and turned his back on her. Amira never

Levi revealed a helpless look filled with doting as he gazed down at his baby, who was trying hard to hide his self-satisfied smirk as he handed Levi a large white t-shirt. Printed in the middle of the shirt was an adorable cartoon cat with a pink ribbon surrounded by several floating hearts. Trey’s stifled guffaw could be heard in the background. Noah expectantly peeked at Levi’s expression in, what he thought to be, sneaky manner, but in Levi’s eyes, it was just adorable to the max.