Gangster Angel With Gun Tattoo Novels & Stories

he asked, his voice low and tender. I nodded slowly, a small smile breaking through. He swung his legs over the bed, and grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head. I stared at the tattoo covering his entire back. It was a dark angel with black wings, and a female angel with brilliant white wings enveloped the dark angel in a gesture of comfort. Around them, deep red and black roses were intertwined. It was like it was telling a story to bridge the chasm between light and darkness. My eyes were glued to the way he moved his body. The muscles in his back bunched together, and his biceps jerked when he pulled his hand back to rub his neck. He cracked it side to side.

He reached twenty-seven and still did not get the diploma. He is the lead guitarist and lead singer of the band ‘THE FALLEN ANGELS’. Ms. Capa was the one who named this band. The three boys are not only famous at school, but also in other places. He was mistaken for a Gangster look because of the tattoos surrounding both his arms.

And Paul, her step father wasn't going to do anything to save her. "OK! there's gotta be a reason for which you brought me..." she threw a nasty glance at the environment, "-here!" "Those are some pretty nice tattoos you got on there, little sinner! Where did you get them? Cause I will love to get me some like those..." the evil angel spoke looking viciously at the exposed skin under the sleeves of her shirt. He was now in casual black jeans and sleeveless shirts exposing his well toned and muscled tattooed arms. Unlike the plain lines on Sonny's skin, his arms were covered in skull tattoos, upside down crosses, dragons, weird scary and creepy things that will scare you in broad daylight.

His face was half in shadow, his knuckles bruised from a fight that hadn’t been his but he’d joined anyway. Enzo sat at the edge of the pool table, a wrench in one hand, brass knuckles in the other, his boots stained with grease and blood. Angelo was lounging in one of the cracked leather chairs, his leather vest half-unzipped to reveal a fresh tattoo that stretched across his chest which was an angel with her wings burning. The chatter died the moment I stepped into the room. They knew. Maybe it was the look in my eyes. Maybe it was the silence, the way it didn’t just enter the room it swallowed it whole.

He scanned my expression, his brows drawing together. I sighed. “Sorry. Since my pregnancy I've been more emotional. I hope it’ll go away soon.” I cleared my throat then rested my palm over his shoulder blade. “What’s the meaning of your tattoo? You know why I got mine, but I wonder why you got yours.” A hint of wariness flashed in his eyes, the walls he was used to keeping up wanting to lock back in place. “Damian did it. About seven years ago.” I nodded to show him I was listening. “It’s a fallen angel, like you said. It represents the fall Damian and I took on the day our mother tried to kill us.”

Or more like a brand. My heart goes crazy, that's the tattoo he got in Texas? Why didn't he tell me? It’s perfect. It even has some cute angel wings under it, because I'm his Angel. I fucking love him so much... too bad he’s acting like a five year old and making me hate him again.

The fearless, confident, and bitchy Andrea I had managed to keep hidden in the closet for two years has now come back strong. The old Andrea is gone all thanks to Theodore Black. I found a dagger with his name engraved on the handle and I took it. I already had his gun safely tucked into the waistband of my jeans so I walked into his built-in gym. There was a dartboard in the middle of the room along with all other equipment for exercises. I went ahead to the dartboard and took out the gun. I aimed for the center and shot successfully hitting my target. I did that for a while before I heard someone clap. "A gun in those delicate hands does suit you," I heard Theodore say.

Killian is outside, keeping the shit together, and if someone tries to leave, they will kill. There’s way too much security, but we have more men; we keep invading the place and sweeping as we go higher until I see Three men with their guns ready to shoot. I signal Angel, and he nods. He walks towards them, holding the side of his stomach as he starts tumbling. “Angel?”, I hear someone say, and Angel falls on his knees when the guy is next to him. Angel grabs his knife from his back pocket and shoved it into the side of the guy. That’s it. Make him bleed.

It wasn’t even a common name. In my fucked up mind, I had almost believed Angelica was a ghost sent to torment me with that tattoo on her belly. After seeing her file, I understood why she would have a hyacinth tattooed on her. Only this time, the tattoo was the last thing I could see.

I looked at my two bodyguard's, Take them to my father's house, I'll be right there" I said, nodding their heads, they grabbed their hands. but the moment they lifted them up, I saw the white bird tattoo on their necks. "White Cross" I mumbled with a sigh, not this people again. They are one of the craziest gangsters in New York. Not crazy in a nice way. they do a lot of dirty and naughty jobs around, both on the streets and anywhere. But why are they here? to kill My brother and Angel. Expect Dad and Ace had work with them or Angel's toxic Father did something he shouldn't.