Dantes Inferno Tattoo Novels & Stories

I looked into his dark eyes and shook my head, before staring at his chest, where I realised my name was tattooed on his left breast. "When did you get that?" I asked, staring at the words. ‘My Nympho Queen Kiara, ruler of my heart, body and soul.’ "When Dante was just a pup, I got his name on my wrist and the girl's names on the other." He held his arms out and I leaned forward taking a look. Indeed, on one wrist it read Dante alongside numerous other tattoos, and on the other arm, he had both girls, with Skyla’s name just above Kataleya’s.

"On their face?" "Already tried. The angle's wrong, and they were wearing the hood too low." Dante's jaw tightened. "But look at this." He rewound the footage and paused it on a frame where the figure's sleeve had ridden up, revealing what looked like a tattoo on their wrist. Three interlinked circles. Elena's blood went cold. "That's the Serpent's Mark." "I know." Dante's voice was flat, dangerous. "Victor Kane's organization." "How do you know about Kane's tattoos?" The question was out before Elena could stop it.

He had his dad's charm and maybe something darker and evil than his dad that no one knew. Lucifer had many guys working under him; if his workers dared to double-cross him, they would pay with their lives. His guys all had to have a tattoo with the MF. Letters. Their tattoo was unique a dagger in a heart and thorns with dripping blood engraving MF. Some chose to wear it on their neck and arms, while others decided to have it tattooed across their chest. Joshua had a different type of tattoo, also mafia but chose to be unique, the same as his dad.

"This is going to be cold." As I pressed the wet sponge against his skin, cleaning away the dried, dark copper blood, Dante didn't flinch. Not a single muscle in his jaw twitched. But as my fingers lightly brushed against his ribs to steady my hand, his abdomen went completely rigid under my touch. His muscles were like carved stone. I kept my eyes down, focusing on the wound, but as I wiped further around his side, my hand froze. On his lower back, stretching toward his flank, were faint, parallel lines. They were old, faded to a dull white, but they were deeply etched into his flesh. And right above his hip, there was a perfectly clear, circular scar that looked exactly like the roaring li

Thinking about him hurts a lot, he shouldn’t have died, and I should have been the one to have died that night. Dante never hid his feelings for Ella, it was well known, that everyone who knew us knew that Dante was hopelessly in love with Ella, well everyone apart from Ella herself. “Enzo…” “I got information about the tattoo you asked for. It was hard to put the pictures together because you don’t exactly remember every detail of the tattoo so we just rounded it up to something that looks pretty similar. Do you want to have a look?” He asked. “Yes please,” I said.

I bet he doesn’t knows what being a family guy is. Dante doesn't look like he is 33, he is such a fine young man with an evil heart. I hate him, I hate his guy, I hate everything about him.

"Look at the scar on his face, which looks very wretched and terrible. He must be a pervert!" Dante didn’t care about them at all, but just walked through the rows of sexy lacy underwear, and finally stopped in front of a row of cartoon underwear. Yeah, these were the kinds of panties his girl likes.

Instead, the place where the tattoo should’ve been was reddish and wrinkled—a common effect of tattoo removal. “Con il sangue, veniamo. Con il sangue, andiamo,” Val mumbled. “With blood, we come. With blood, we go.” I met her gaze. “This, my dear, is the Omerta tattoo of Cosa Nostra.” She swiped the image to Domenico’s. A very shirtless Domenico. I had never met Domenico Guerra upfront, but I had gotten a good idea of how he looked. If he and Adonis walked into the room, all eyes would turn to Domenico first before moving to Adonis. It was not to say that Adonis was less handsome, but there was something about Domenico that could steal the spotlight. And the same was with his sister.

Norah said while passing me the glass. “Here you too have some water Mr. Dante.” Norah also said to that mysterious man passing him the most obvious flirtatious look , ohh so he is the one and only Dante Romano. “No thanks , I am good.” Dante said with a deep voice as he rises from his seat , finally facing me. Wearing a perfect black tailored fitting suit with white shirt hugging his muscular body. A tattoo covering the back of his right palm , he looked at me with his dark eyes that felt like there is more to this man than just met the eyes.

So I decided to try again. "Luca, what's with the dragon and flames on your back?" I asked, and he laughed. He rinsed his mouth and spat out the water and then stood straight to flex his muscles so I could get the full view. Instead of looking at the tattoo, my eyes were fixed on his tight, sexy, manly butt. My mind was in the gutters. "The dragon breathes fire. It can never burn him. Hell is fire, and I am the dragon that rules it," he said, and I understood.