Dixie Mafia Tattoos Novels & Stories

Voilette agrees as she lays out her own fair demands. “Aw, she’s cute thinking we don’t already have tattoos.” I comment and Anthony chuckles. I have ink on my back and I’m sure Anthony has ink somewhere himself. It’s kind of a standard thing for mafia and outlaw bikers to have tattoos. I guess the movies do sometimes get things right.

Don't make me feel jealous again," I looked at him in confusion when he said the next sentence. Did he just compliment me? Seems he did this to lighten the tensed up situation between us. and I must admit this worked. I couldn't take my gaze away from him. Why he is so weirdly cute?! The foreign feelings returning to the pit of my core make me fall for him once again. "What?" He asked me while I noticed the flushness made it's way to his face. Yet his face was blank enough for me not to comprehend what was going on in his mind. The question arose in my mind when I saw the tattoo peeking through the collar of his shirt. "Is having tattoos necessary to be into mafia?" I queried being curious.

She was confused by his behaviour – and convinced that Dante was bipolar. A loud knock on her door, interrupted Chiara’s thoughts. She sighed, exhaustion hitting her as she headed to the door and opened it. Her breath hitched, of course it would be Dante – who else lived in the house besides the staff. Her gaze shifted to his arms, the shirt he wore complimented his biceps nicely and the tattoos on his forearms only seemed to attract Chiara to him. She wanted to trace the swirls of ink with her itching fingers, but she held back.

He was charming in a lethal wayb and every word he said made it harder to maintain the armor I’d built. The dinner went for hours. His associates exchanged stories about drug shipments and bodies dumped in canals like they were trading stock tips. I sipped water and listened. Every detail was ammunition. Every smile from Nikolai was a taunt. He had no idea I was the pin under the elephant's foot. Eventually the night advanced and everyone was starting to leave until I was left alone with him. He leaned back and stretched as if he hadn’t just spent hours surrounded by monsters. I tried to imagine the kind of man he would have been if he hadn't become a criminal but I came out blank. A crimina

He had his name written just above the wolf tattoo on his back closer to his nape. She didn't think Dexter would also have a tattoo at his back just Jayden. Now she thought about it, the wolf on Jayden's back was the color of his wolf and the crescent moon tattoo on his chest. Only that Dexter didn't have a tattoo on his chest. So does that mean that Ryder also had a tattoo at his back too ? She had not see Ryder's wolf before to know the color of his wolf. Was it a wolf thing to tattoo their wolves at their backs ?

“Grandmother despises schemers. When she finds out you’re the reason I lost my inheritance, she will make you pay. I promise you that.” “I’m the reason?” I scoffed. “That’s rich, coming from you.” “At least I have true Moretti blood in my veins!” Dante suddenly thrashed, trying to get up. “You’re nothing! You’re just a cheap—” His words were cut short. In his violent struggle, he tore the sleeve of his hospital gown. I saw it then—a black tattoo on his forearm. The design was distinctive: a double-headed eagle with Cyrillic letters beneath it. My heart skipped a beat. That was a Bratva tattoo. The mark of the Russian mob.

Chapter 24: All Mine Faith Mabel I wanted to laugh at what Eltan said, saying it must be a joke, but I knew he wouldn't joke about something like this. It took me more than a few seconds to let it sink in. He is the leader of a mafia gang? I didn't exactly know what mafia gangs did. But they were known as bad people. Even the people who murdered my parents belonged to the mafia. But... Eltan couldn't be bad, right?

A smile paints onto my face as I answer. "Yes, I'm alive." I say, laughing into the phone. "I had to call and make sure." Kyla says, laughing back. "Did you make sure to get your tattoo the other day?" she asks. "Yeah, it's already healed up pretty well." I say feeling behind my ear. I had to get a tattoo of the mafia crest to signify my place in the mafia. Kyla did the same in the same place to let it be known that she mine and that she's the Queen. Once our children turn seventeen, they'll get one too, in the same place. Everyone else who isn't a Reed by blood has the same tattoo on their wrists. If it fades, we get it filled. Just a mark of loyalty is all.

" I said. With the message sent immediate action was required! As I dressed to head off to send my message my mind drifted off to my mate. Uneasiness, was all I felt whenever my mind drifted off to her. I hope wherever she is no one is treating her badly else when I get my hands on them they would regret it. But now I need to focus, I will think of her later. In many times during a fight things tend to go wrong between the mafia groups. And tonight was time like this. “Let’s move out.” I said. “Yes boss.” “I don’t have a good feeling about this.” Daniel my right hand said.

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.