Forearm Ace Card Tattoo Novels & Stories

Had she ever considered her well-being? And so, the afternoon passed silently between the two, filled with exhaustion. Ace sat on the sofa watching TV in the evening, but his gaze remained fixed on Demi Moore. Suddenly, he leaned forward, facing her. "How are you?" Demi Moore asked with her eyes, uncertain about the seriousness on his face. Ace tightly pressed his lips together, and after half a day, he removed a necklace from his chest and proactively helped her put it on. Demi Moore lowered her head to look at the necklace Ace handed her. It had the emblem of a particular family engraved on it. She was about to take it off to get a closer look when a pair of hands stopped her.

Alice went all red with embarrassment. Her cheeks blushed, going completely out of her control. She focused on the tattoo and immediately went pale seeing that. The tattoo was a bit above his left chest. Did he make it there so that it is always close to his heart? Alice thought and that thought pinched her. The tattoo was a big love sign and “A” was written on top corner and there was another small love sign and then “J” was written at the bottom. It was a beautiful piece of art.

It was the first time she looked at Alec, without having to look away out of shame from some phrase said by him. After a week without seeing him, Evie had noticed that Alec was growing a beard and had some gaps on the side. On his neck, there were three birthmarks, which looked like the three marias stars. Alec only had tattoos on his arms and none seemed to have any meaning, as they were just random drawings. A little below the figure he had tattooed, was a band, protecting the wound that had been made by one of the bullets.

I didn’t know how long I’d stood in the same spot staring at him like a dummy while watching him as he smokes his cigarettes, but same way I was sure he had taken in all of my features to his satisfaction, I had also done same until I’d shamelessly ran my eyes all over his body: His blue eyes could get you lost in it—his great physique and broad tattooed chest exposed under the three unbuttoned buttons of his black shirt, and then, the sleeves of his shirt that were rolled up to his elbow bringing to sight the tattoos from his elbow down to his wrist had done nothing but to add to his undeniable beauty. He looked too good to bear the name, ‘Vincenzo Ace.’ His expression was blank and the onl

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

I clicked my tongue before I went right back on the treadmill. Ace looked at me curiously, but he shrugged it off. He started to work on his arm muscles by carrying weights. He was wearing a black Adidas tank top and shorts. He had a watch on his right wrist and a wristband on the other. His black hair covered his forehead every time he made a sudden movement. His arm muscle was very visible as he pulled the weights up and down. I bit my lower lips due to the sight. "You're drooling Vandia," he remarked.

Damon pulled back, winked at Ace, and walked out with a lazy whistle—like he hadn’t just dropped a grenade between us. I stared at the closed door, then whipped around to Ace. “I—he was joking. There’s nothing—” I yanked down the collar of my blouse, exposing my neck. “See? No mark. Nothing.” Ace looked at me for a moment, expressionless. Then shrugged casually. “I know,” he said. I blinked. “Huh?” He leaned back, arms crossed. “But if you’re feeling left out … I can make some marks for you later.”

He seemed to be the one she saw earlier upstairs. "The other one is Jack, and that's Queen." (Their code names... they're named after cards.) After Ace individually introduced his teammates and pointed them out, he held her hand again, diverting her attention from the men in front of her. "We're done here. Go back to your positions now," ordered Ace to them. "It's our break time, boss! And why can't we shake hands? Our hands are clean!" Spade protested, but when Ace glanced at him, he pressed his lips tightly and nodded.

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.

I glanced at him. "I got you an apology gift" he stared at me with his innocent eyes. "I had been planning this for a few days now so it's not just because we fought" Ace admitted before taking a rectangular box out of his pocket. "Remember you said you didn't trust me around me other women" Ace mumbled softly. I nodded confused at what was happening. "Here" he handed me a box while also pulling out another box from his pocket. Inside, there was a bracelet that had a heart in the centre of it, connecting one side of the bracelet, to the other side. The heart had a little key hole in the centre of it.