Dixie Mafia Tattoos Novels & Stories

And second—always follow the first rule. Rhys knew the day he stepped foot in this mafia world that this was not going to be easy, and he was not the boy to do easy things. He preferred challenges, thrilling and dangerous ones. And his trust in himself brought him near the pillars of success, as most feared man in underworld and worldwide. He had both the looks and money to buy anything, with just a flick of his fingers. Women, cars, houses, buildings, he could even buy those two lost shipments once again only working a minute. But love….

But ever since that regime passed we seem to have the most corrupted police force. Why ? because of they can not seem to save the people from one problem that hurts us. And that is Sabri, he brings Terror everywhere he touches. He runs his Mafia and his men won’t allow anyone to get in or out of the town..., he hates Indians and I hate him, my dad was a patriotic Pakistani who died in war. He has captured A lot of boys in town, making them part of are part of this gang… Sadly my brother too … I can not blame them, growing up is hard. Very hard.

I took a close look at it before my eyes slightly widened. A snake wrapped around a sword and a skull tattoo. The sword was into the skull and the snake was coming out from the skull's eyes, mouth and other holes on it's face. It wasn't big but any person who is or was, in my case, involved in the underworld knew what this tattoo mean The Italian Mafia. Ace was part of the Italian mafia. A C E I stared at Ivy who had her eyes fixed on the tattoo on my wrist which represented the Italian mafia. Her eyes were wide opened and her lips were slightly parted. She hadn't realized that I was staring at her, she was too concentrated on the tattoo.

My hands clench into fists. I let him off too easily that night. Gio nods, keeping his gaze on his screen. “No problem. We'll find him.” “E lo rovineremo.”(And we'll ruin him.) Lorenzo echoes, his jaw clenched. A smile tugs on my lips as I stare at my Brothers. The four brothers of Lupi Di Sicilia. Wolves Of Sicily. Our gang name runs high in Chicago and we’re known not to be messed with. But some gangs still like to test us out. Much to their doom.

I lost my grin and looked at them with my devilish look. The man frowned. "Fuck! What do you want to happen?!" he ask angrily. I glanced again at his tattoo on the neck and bravely met his gaze. I pointed to the tattoo. "Delcour Mafia crest. You were responsible for Apollo schivan's death," Everyone was shocked again. Their seeming leader also recovered immediately.

So far the police were simply fishing and had no concrete evidence that tied my father to any crime but his lawyers advised us to lay low. I poured scotch into my glass and took a sip. The alcohol burned my throat on the way down. Neko walked into the Living room in a Thong and lace bra. “Welcome home Master!” Neko exclaimed in happiness. Nicoli spits out his drink when he saw her and the sight simply made me want to laugh. I watched as Nicoli coughed out all the alcohol he had breathed in when he saw Neko in her ‘Uniform’ or so she called it.

The last time I saw him without clothes, he had only the Bratva tattoo; the twin stars of a Vor v Zakone on his left chest; stars that marked him as untouchable in the Bratva. But now his entire upper body was covered in ink; Dragons and demons. I know those tattoos. No, it was not the Chinese Triads; this… this was Irezumi, a traditional tattoo style belonging to the Yakuza; the fucking Japanese Mafia. Was that where he had been these past four years? I was stunned. Why would a Bratva Don wear the mark of another syndicate? “There is not enough hot water for two, but we can share,” Nikolai’s voice shook me out of my thoughts.

There was a note of tenderness in his voice the whole time, indicating that he would not harm her. He's reckless and dangerous still he was calm with her last night. He had made it crystal clear, if there's any future it will be with him. Her heart went off rhythm when she heard mafia from him. There was dread in her stomach. She could still feel it. She was expecting him to be a rogue, cruel businessman but not a mafia. What would he do for a living? Killing people? Selling drugs among youngsters? kidnapping? Human Trafficking? Prostitution?

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.

Kelly raised a brow and pretended not to know “ Really?” “Yes Miss Kelly, he's also the big boss of the Entertainment industry, do you know that dragon tattoos on his body and his neck…. That's his logo, Dragon is the most powerful mafia gang while Phoenix is the second, please be careful, some people are above the law, he has a crazy lawyer and a tycoon has friends.” Kelly laughed in amusement, he already knew about Norman and Archie as his friends, just shocked that the dragon tattoos she found cute were actually a symbol of a gang. “ Thank you so much, Loveth, I'm not a detective there's nothing to be afraid of”