Cartel Tattoos Novels & Stories

Getting out of the suv I was greeted by a man named Tomas. “Good Morning sir, my name is Tomas and I am here on behalf of the Island Cartel.” He spoke. “Ah, yes as expected. And I assume you brought the goods?” I squint at him. “Of course sir, only the best!” Tomas expelled excitedly. Tomas led me towards a large white yacht parked in my underground dock. “You brought 100lbs of morphine on that?!” I was shocked. “You’re lucky you didn’t get searched.” Jason adds.

One has weapons from the Italians, and the other has drugs from the Colombian cartel. I make myself known "Hello gentleman. Can I get you anything?" I ask politely. When I get no response, I look up from my notepad noticing all of them are staring at me. I look around and see six good looking muscular men. All of them are covered in tattoos, wearing custom made suits and piercings. My eyes stop on the man in the middle. He is gorgeous, deadly but ridiculously handsome. He's covered in tattoos , even on his face with several silver rings on both hands. I see a small smirk on his face making me blush and shift from one foot to the other. By this time Laila is giving one of the men a lap dance

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

Juliet and I turn to see who she’s looking at. The world around me shifts, and my body heats at the sight that greets us. Kell and Carrick stroll down the hallway, unaware of the gaping stares that follow their every move. Carrick is wearing a jean button-down shirt and black jeans with shiny black boots, and Kell is wearing a fitted black Henley, dark blue jeans, and black all-stars. From a distance, you can see the tattoo on his strong chorded neck and the shadow of another tattoo on his chest. He’s wearing a silver chain with a talisman around his neck. The talisman looks like wings inside a circle. As he moves closer, my mouth dries, and my heart speeds up with excitement.

So did my brain. Zoey. Look away. Now! But did I? Of course not. “Oh my God…” I whispered under my breath as his shirt dropped, revealing a sculpted back and muscles that looked like they'd been carved by some vengeful Greek god. A bold dragon tattoo curled along his spine. What the hell? Was this man part of the mafia? A cartel? A walking sex crime? And why did his tattoo look somewhat familiar? I bit my lip as I watched him, mesmerized. He unhooked his belt, his hands moving with sinful precision.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

After a few clicks, Terrence confirmed his guess. Bingo. It’s a serpent tattoo. A symbol of Sinesteros. “It’s the Sinesteros symbol boss!” Cody excitedly announced. ‘I knew it. This is not just about that woman in the wheelchair.’ Terrence thought to himself. “Strip down their clothes!” Terrence commanded. Conrad and his squad immediately followed and pulled their clothes revealing the tattoos on their arms. Some had it on their chest. Terrence marched with heavy footsteps going in their direction. He took out his 9mm Rapide- Black Ice handgun from his waist and kneeled and pulled one of the men’s hair down and pressed the nozzle of his gun on his chin.

Without hesitation, I fetched my phone out of my pocket and browsed on the internet what it meant if someone had a tattoo of a scorpion on his wrist. Some images were displayed on my phone screen and even before I could read out the content behind the scorpion tattoo, someone already beat me to it. "It symbolizes the membership of a well-known dangerous gang known as the Gun fire men." A familiar deep voice rung out loud from behind.

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.

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.