Dixie Mafia Tattoos Novels & Stories

’ I smirked. Vipers. This name screamed power, dominance, and authority in the world of Italian Mafia. And today, we were finally collaborating. Our powers were equal, no doubt. But, as they said, power comes with danger. And I felt a sense of thrill to deal with danger.

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.

~Emilia’s Point of View~ “Well are you,” I asked again, grabbing a pillow and clutching it to my chest. His eyes darted all over the place. Was he … mafia? Oh no. Ohh … no. My eyes flicked to his tattoos. I watched enough TV to know I was in deep shit. “If she were a male, yes,” he said, matter of fact. A sudden surge of anger flooded through me, but not at my mate. Natalie had to know this would happen, you don’t just fuck over people for that kind of money and expect them to let it go. Then, a light bulb went off in my head.

It must be well after 9 pm now, I can feel the exhaustion right into my bones, and my ribs usually start to ache this time of the evening. After a hot shower that did nothing for the way I felt, and as I walked to the closet, I grabbed the most comfortable pajamas to get into. Might as well get used to being stuck here for the rest of my life. “That was the last image I saw before I died,” Dante’s voice sounds behind me, and yet again, I chastise myself for not hearing approaching danger. Ten years of being a mafia boss, and for what? I know he’s talking about the dragon tattoo taking up the entirety of my back. He looked extremely proud the first time I showed it to him, now I wish I didn’t

The main difference between them is their eye colour, and second, there is a dragon tattoo on Liam's arm. Liam passes a devilish smile to Damon while chewing a sandwich like a devil. "Hey, Dam!" He yelled out while gasping Damon in fear. "How are you?" He takes a couple of steps to close in on Damon. Damon stepped back as Liam came closer to him. Liam smiles at Damon as he looks with fear in his eyes at him. "Damon." Samantha called him from behind. Damon quickly turns his head as he finds Samantha. He runs to her, hiding himself behind her back while wrapping his hands around her waist.

They're twin brothers who have nothing in common, they're popularly known as The Bruno brothers. The Falcons is the largest mafia empire in Mexico, ferocious and home of brutes. It's rare to see two bosses bossing over an empire but theirs is exceptional, along with their underground business, Jayden takes care of their family company in Italy. They fight daily, in fact almost every minute, but they make up as soon as they fight. Jayden is the gentle tiger while Jaden is the hotheaded lion. They're both different, but they love each other still.

Of course none of the assumptions came out, and that caused the situation to get totally out of control. One of the gang members, named Guillermo Blanco, was a private individual from the community. And particular from the point of view that he had been a fugitive from justice on more than one occasion, particular from the point of view that he had his whole body tattooed with exotic and tribal images somewhat frightening. But despite the fear that he generated when he saw him, he was very productive for the team, because he was never afraid and always faced anyone from the front, he knew how to fight and handle almost all kinds of weapons, but the bad thing and what destroyed him was the co

But something about tonight, about being here with Logan and seeing him embrace his wild side with that wolf tattoo, stirred something inside of me that I didn’t know existed. “Oh, no, I don’t want a tattoo,” I heard myself say, but even as the words left my lips, they felt untrue. Rickie, ever the perceptive one, leaned against the counter, her own heavily tattooed arms crossed. “I saw you eyeing those designs, Ella,” she teased. “It’s pretty clear you want one.” My face flushed red, because it was true; I had been eyeballing some of the designs in the book that Rickie had handed me when we were figuring out Logan’s tattoo, and admittedly, it had momentarily crossed my mind that I wouldn’t

Eden’s POV “Shit,” Storm cussed under his breath. We all stopped dead in our tracks. The three men were large, very large. Their muscular arms were covered in tattoos. Mafia. I could tell right away. I scanned their arms. Most werewolf mafia were tattooed. But I was looking for something specific. A signia that would tell me which mafia family they were from. Some werewolf mafia families only circulated in the human world. They were completely integrated, and didn’t really care about the werewolf world. They had massive empires and they ran their businesses under human cover. They were discreet and careful not to draw too much attention to themselves.

The man regained his stance and cussed at us. “This little bitches!” Elyse attacked him again and this time, bit him hard on his shoulder. He let out a painful groan and pushed her aside again. His movement revealed the tattoo imprinted on his arm. The seal. The red Mafia seal was the tattoo. He’s one of Luciano’s men.