Gangster Angel With Gun Tattoo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Angel responds with an eye roll , "He's used to my presence, it won't be a problem." "It better not," I murmur and when I stand in front of Eros, I clap once to get his attention. He jumps and swallows, clearly nervous as hell, "Alright, Angelou. Let's start." I turn to the array of different guns and use my new knowledge on gunnery to grab a Glock 9mm and get it ready. Damn, I’m sure I look cool as shit doing this.

So they found my tattoo? Every Angel organization hunter must have angel wings tattooed on their body; I am no exception; my tattoo is on the left side of my waist. While I was in a daze, the blonde girl came to my side and was about to lift my T-shirt. I instinctively pushed her hand away in surprise. "Don't be afraid! I want to help you heal. I won't harm you." The blonde girl tried to reassure me. In her eyes, I felt she wasn't lying.

“Geez, you look like you’re about to murder someone. You have to relax, bro. I know you have a crush on him and all, but he’s not stripping for the class. He’s just existing. Violently existing.” The guy sitting two seats over leaned across the aisle like they were all in on the same conspiracy. “That’s actually not normal tattoos, guys. That’s mafia ink,” he said, his voice slow and smug. “I’ve seen those before. A dagger-and-rosary combo is classic mafia. The guy’s probably got a rap sheet and a body count. I bet he’s got a private plane parked somewhere with blood money in the cargo hold.” Archer snorted. “You watch too much N*****x, bro.”

This time, a fat guy with a bushwhacker mustache who was hugging a boy about fourteen years old spoke to him. “You are the boss of the patio bonito cartel. It seems to me that you had already seen him, I remember at a party that a model slapped him for being so abusive. I don't know how he didn't see that coming. In the same way, he should know that even though we are surrounded, my men and I will not give up.” Angelo pulls out his pistol, shoots, and throws a grenade he had in his pocket. His men took out their rifles, activating them, As they surrounded them, Angelo ordered his men,

"Only because my angel said so." With that, he put a bullet through the man's skull.

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.

“Do you see this?” The tattoo ink curled over my shoulder blades—his wings. “That day, after I killed my men, you pointed your gun at me with shaky hands.” Angel’s eyes darkened. “I remember. And when I fired the gun, you didn’t duck. Instead, you walked straight into the line of fire. Why?” “Because I needed something to remember you by,” I replied, stepping closer. “Something passed between us that night and you felt it.” “I felt nothing,” he hissed. “But if you keep pushing me, I will put a bullet in your skull to make up for my mistake of not killing you that night.”

SAKI Responded. “Let us meet where the stars gather, and where the sun has failed. The divine glass has been empty for too long.” Jared continued. “Yes my Lord.” SAKI responded. One could tell that as SAKI responded, he was bowing his head wherever he was. The tiger in Jared was beginning to find expression. He was the Leader of the Seven eyed dragon Mafia clan, drugs, death, was nothing new to them. But they had always operated under. That was how Jared got his nickname, SHADOW. He was never seen, never known.

My gaze shifted up to him; he was also staring at the tattoo beneath my palm. "What does that mean?" I asked. "Isabella - my life," he translated, meeting my gaze. My eyes snapped away from him as his words stuck in my mind. My life! She is his life. "Love, are you alright?" he asked, his hands tightening on my waist. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I lied, trying not to push further. "Can I continue?" He simply nodded and let go of his hold on my waist. I traced the largest tattoo, which started below his chest and disappeared into his briefs. It looked like an angel—a dark angel in pain. My fingers traced the waistband of his briefs, and I looked up at him.