Forearm Dove Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Get in the SUV, Red. Or I will put you in it and I won't be gentle about it." My chest falls as my pulse spikes with defiance, "Say please." I hiss with my upper lip curling. "Whatever you choose to do with me can't be any more humiliating than you tearing the gown from my body." As he rolls his neck, he cocks his head back, staring up at the sky, and I can hear his bones clicking into place. My gaze gradually descends from his face to his neck, ultimately settling on the hand that is holding me captive. The back of his olive hand and his fingers are smeared with ink. My eyes are drawn to the dove, its wings stretched across the back of his hand, engulfing every inch of skin. It's oddly enc

"What the fu-" "The tattoos." I push the mass of doctors away from her and turn my gaze to her ribcage. There are several small tattoos, but each one is easily distinguishable from the others. The first in the line is a wolf's head with a number eight between the eyes. Next is an arrow, a dagger, two crossed arrows, a gun, and a target symbol.