Evil Gangster Tattoo Stencil Outline Novels & Stories

He put the boxers back in his closest. He walked back. His all tattoos were visible. The first time his upper half was revealing the one tattoo that was stretched along his neck. The ink on his neck was a snake circling his neck like a permanent choker, the pattern looked like a compressed font of Devil with its scary fangs looking like they are permanently feeding on his blood. He also has many tattoos on his arm making a sleeve like an illusion on his right arm and also covering a little part of his chest.

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.

When those people came closer, Lucia saw their appearance clearly, and a strong despair appeared on her frosty face. The five people in the lead were dressed in black, and each of them had a clear six-pointed star tattoo on the right cheek, which was the symbol of the Tattoo Organization. The leader was a tall, thin and gloomy middle-aged man. He had only one right eye, and his left eye was covered by a black eye patch. His name was One-Eyed Jack, and he was the leader of the Tattoo. Jack was just an alias, and no one knew his real name and background. He was currently the tenth prisoner on the Interpol wanted list.

“It matches the symbol on the cars that followed us from Lily’s college.” “This dragon symbol…” Cyber trailed off, narrowing his eyes. “It looks a lot like the DiFronzo family crest.” I nodded. “I am getting to that. Lets first see the video.” In the video, a man who had gotten out of the car to fill the tank. His face was covered, but there was a deep scar and stitch marks on his neck, clear as day. I rewound the footage, zooming in on the back windshield. There was a hand. Not clear, but visible enough to show a tattoo.

Ben asked again, "Who is your boss?" Hill laughed, "Our boss is, of course, the 'Big boss' who controls this territory. He has a nickname in the underworld. Seeing how well you are doing, Brother, you should know, right?" The corner of Ben's eyebrow raised. He gave a signal to his bodyguard, who understood, grabbed Hill's arm, and pulled up his sleeve, revealing a crow-colored tattoo resembling wind-filled sails. I didn't feel anything about this tattoo. It was merely a guess that it should be the emblem of some organization.

Ginger haired Emily Hurst looked comical with her mouth hung open and hands in the air, she was obviously about to yell out something. I was only half surprised when he materialized out of thin air half a second later. This was the first time I had met the devil in daylight and I felt the hairs on my skin stand erect at his sight. His pale white skin looked almost yellowish, like someone suffering from a rare skin disease and his long dreadlocks looked even more tangled than usual. Only this time, I noticed a tattoo of a big, black cobra at his collarbone which extended all the way to his neck.

"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.

Picking up my glass, I lightly sipped my alcohol, the stinging liquid coursing through my body. “We have, huh?” I said, putting my glass down with an intensity that made some of the stuff spill out. “Look at these pictures. Notice their hands. They all have the same tattoo on their hands… like the head of a cat or lizard. That must mean something. Find out the mafioso faction or any group with these types of tattoos and get back to me.” “Yes, boss,” he said, standing. He bent to pick up the pictures but I stopped him.

I admire the tattoo taking up most of his back, it's similar to Storms. It's a pair of evil snake eyes in red, with a green and yellow snake wrapped around the pistol facing the red eyes of the evil snake. The words The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club are written under the pistol. But what has me at a standstill is the shading that's done around the entire picture, it's a light shading but unmistakable. It's wings, Angel wings. I don't say anything. I want to but I'm tongue tied. I scan his back and stop at the blue bruises around his sides.

The gangster grinned wickedly when he sensed how weak Garren was. “Classmate? You better f*ck off before I f*ck you up. Do you know who I am?” Garren was frightened. He asked timidly, “W-who are you?” “I’m in the Empire.” As the gangster grinned, the flaps on his cheeks widened, making him look vicious. He raised his arm to display the dragon tattoo on it and said, “See this? They call me Dragon.”