Evil Gangster Tattoo Stencil Outline の小説・ストーリー

Mel questioned in ire. "Tell me your names." Mr Waylen demanded again. "We're not telling you anything." Zehelina barked. She felt like slapping this evil man. "Well, since you don't wanna tell me your name, it's fine. By the tattoos, you should be Blood star pack." he took out a notepad and wrote the pack name on it. "You miserable lot can go home now." the man turned to walk away but Phoenix suddenly put out his leg and the man fell to the floor.

A tall man with dark hair and broad shoulders had his arm around Isabella as they walked through the lobby. And there, on his neck, partially hidden by his collar, was a tattoo—a snake wrapped around a dagger. My blood went cold. “What is it?” Aurora asked. “I know that tattoo.” I zoomed in on the image. “It’s a gang marking. The Serpent Brotherhood. They operate in the eastern territories.” “A gang? Why would a gang kidnap Isabella?” “I don’t know. But we’re about to find out.” I turned to the receptionist. “Are they in their room now?”

And why do I believe in him so much. "It will be dangerous." Gael looked at the clock, he was still with a cigarette in his mouth, then he stood up. Damn, Gael looks a lot like a gangster member, because he wears a black man suit and a white shirt with the top 3 buttons unbuttoned. Because it shows his tiger tattoo, and since when did he have a tiger tattoo? Even though his original form was a western tiger, but still this was too much for him. In fact, I have no intention of getting a dragon tattoo for the future.

with the elites. So they're vigilantes, huh? They have a noble cause but an incorrect manner of practicing it. The most difficult enemy to face is one you sympathize with, so for now, they have my understanding. 'Tips for peasants.' If Ms. Alice didn't have a hidden kind side, I would've constantly called her a spoiled bitch. 'To identify a member, there is a tattoo of a bloody swing on the back of their bodies. The smaller the tattoo, the higher their position is within the gang, while their leader "Hitoshi" wears a black mask with a white cross on it.'

chest rising in a calm rhythm like he was meditating, not surrounded by criminals. Speaking of his tattoos, he's got the weirdest tats I have seen on any guy. His back bore the most outrageous tattoos in the history of tattoos. His back looked like someone had lost a wrestling match with a possessed octopus holding a tattoo gun. From shoulder to shoulder, the ink sprawled like a chaotic crime scene—tribal swirls, demonic curls, and angry squiggles that might’ve once meant something, but now just screamed, “I don’t pay taxes and I bite.”

Then he walks around the car to slide in behind the wheel. "Nice tattoo you got there ... if one above the ass is a tramp stamp, what is that one called". My eyes rest on the drawing that starts between her breasts and spreads out into a beautiful rose under them. She lets her fingers slide down over the tattoo. "It's a 'I'm a bad ass bitch stamp'" "Well the bitch part fits perfectly". I can't stop staring at her fingers caressing her skin. Damn no doubt she has the upper hand right now. My body is almost unable to contain the desire.

I sat down, rummaged my fingers through my hair, then took a deep breath before playing the footage once again. “Wait a minute” I rewind the video zooming in on the back of the man's palm where a distinctive tattoo was. “That's the tattoo of the vipers” he had the letter V imprinted boldly on the back of his palm and a snake coiled around the letter. “if I remember much about the viper, every member has the letter V tattooed on any part of their body but with different animals attached to it, creating a symbol of uniqueness in the gang” I spoke to myself with a hint of excitement in my voice. I finally have a lead, once I get this man and deal with him, my name will finally be cleared..

“They are mere thugs. They molest the public and extort others. We may be wild, but nobody ever achieved success in the underground mafia society being a saint.” As soon as he finishes those words, the gangster attacks me. He has a tattoo on his forehead and neck, “baby Yahoo” clearly written in italic with worn-out ink. He is chubby and clumsy in his attacks, but his moves are lethal and deadly. He throws punches as if he wants to overwhelm me with rush and adrenaline. The man they put in front of me is built like a wall. Bare chest, scars running across his skin, eyes filled with nothing but hunger for violence.

So it was entirely possible Gregory was behind tonight’s attack as well. Then Claudine mentioned the tattoo she’d seen on the server’s back neck. “It was like a symbol I had seen somewhere... in a pawn shop in LA. One antique that was being advertised in a section for buying boxing equipment. Boxing gloves and the likes. It looked like those Chinese dragon festival designs.” Hades’s eyes narrowed, taking in the way she kept speaking nervously. Oh?. Then there was Vito also in the mix. The Italian Mafia men were known for their gang tattoos, often intricate and symbolic.

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say