Cartel Tattoos Novels & Stories

I think about reaching over to flick the used needle away, but my eyes catch on the tattoos surrounding the metal prick. Luna. Her name is a swirl of colour in the bleak wasteland of cartel tats that proclaim my place, my superiority within the organization run by family. Los Zetas. The most feared cartel in Mexico and beyond. And I am among the elite within this vast army of underworld thugs. These marks upon my body are trophies of war, my right of passage. Lost innocence. Except for Luna. The one mark I had written over and over; on my arms, my legs, my neck and over my heart. My salvation.

“Old master, something has happened, we were attacked by two hefty black men in a van. They single handedly took down all of us, I had pretended to be dead which is why they did not kill me. And it’s not Logan’s people, they are way more skilled. Whoever it is had taking the lady away, she is still alive” Hearing this, Adam clenched the phone very tight in his hand. “Kill yourself, do not come back or I will make you suffer till you die” Adam ordered before hanging up the call. The bodyguard dropped the phone, picked a gun close by and shot himself dead in the head. Back in the farm house, Adam handed the phone to Bruno. “Find out who in the underworld had dared to attack my men” Every carte

Except for that one girl who kept flirting with Harry back in college so I sent screenshots of the unsolicited messages she had sent to Harry, including nudes, to her fiancé. Okay, maybe Gavin was really the target but that didn’t make it any better. I realized I must have been blinded by his charm to not see how dangerous he looked — with the face scar and full body tattoo. Those men in black who took instructions from him didn’t look any less vicious. I immediately started feeling like I had come to the wrong place. These were savage men running a cartel. Maybe the tattoo business was just a front for something more dangerous. Something illegal. I mean, you don’t get a bulletproof studio u

he chuckled,”You’re a good asset to my gang. “What’s the last part of my training?” I asked, remembering the conversation from earlier. “You have to get a tattoo,” he stated. “A tattoo?” I gaped, “Why?” “It’s the trademark,” he smiled,”It’s kind of like a brand. Everyone in my gang has the tattoo.” “What’s the tattoo of?” I wondered. “A Devil's,” he smiled, “Or serpents.” “Why a Devil?” I questioned. “My gang name is The Devil's Brotherhood,” he smirked. I chuckled, and looked at him.

I chuckle and turn around. " Yeah , yeah , i get it. Kennedy gift it to me on my last birthday. I sorta liked it." He smiles and turns around. There's a ghetto like picture at the back. It's just a head shot and he's got Arabic tattoos on his neck and a stick of cigarette on his mouth. Carter is spelt on top of the picture. Its beautiful and I bet that picture is kinda Gray. Gray turns around and shrugs. " She's a psycho." He says.

The man has very handsome features that are obscured by a murderous stare perpetually lingering on his dark eyes, his hair is styled to the side leaving his forehead and his thick eyebrows exposed, and his neck sports intricate tattoos that might’ve looked cheap on anyone else but look elegant on his smooth skin. However, it is the tattoo on his right hand which calls for the attention of everyone. A couple different tattoos cover his knuckles and fingers yet, it is only the crown on his index finger that matters. It symbolises his position as leader of the biggest mafia group in Danson, and second in Sangrid only to the Montenegro family. Everyone knows him or has heard about him, warned to

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

It looked perfect on her and thankfully it seemed to be the right choice. Angel’s eyes zeroed in on my newest tattoo that Uncle Dante designed. My brother had the same one. It was a bold choice, but we wanted her to know that she was going to be our choice whether or not there was a fated bond. It was a galaxy scene that morphed into an image of Angel’s beautiful face. ‘Angel – My Queen’ was written in calligraphy. “We had these done last week and are definitely our favorite tattoos,” I said, winking at her.

She wondered if Denis might take Racher Art away from Manila one day to Cebu, for example, both metropolitan cities in the Philippines, right? The jet-black needle continues to pierce the left arm of a male client who asks for a symbol of Carpe Diem, Latin for 'seize the day.' The hand repeatedly takes turns touching the black ink and the client's skin to forget the pain. Denis likes to invite them to chat even though the pain of the needle piercing the skin only really attacks when the tattoo session ends. "If I were you, I wouldn't dare to ink my skin with these things," says Denis, standing to the right of his client, who sits on the surface of the execution mat.

“I have a surprise for you and it’s hiding under the panties.” Creighton’s eyes lit up as he reached for the elastic band, raising an eyebrow at her. Sandra’s blush deepened as she nodded, and he slowly pulled them off her body. His hands froze, looking at the hidden message, smiling at her brightly. Chang moved in to snap a few additional photos, while Creighton stared, speechlessly at her hairless body. In dark sapphire blue ink, just above the slit of her labia, CWA was tattooed across her pubic area, a pair of handcuffs connected the first and last letters. Creighton looked into her face with awe…she had branded herself as his, forever.