Gangster Angel With Gun Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

Karina responded. "But you can....." Karina hung up , switched off her phone and dropped it. "Gosh why is he sweating so much ? " She muttered and began unbuttoning his shirt. Her hands stopped unbuttoning his shirt the moment her eyes saw something on the right side of his chest. Her hands began trembling slightly as she opened his buttons fully, she gasped and covered her mouth with both hands after seeing what was tattooed on his chest. The name "Angel" Was tattooed on his chest, a drop of tears slipped out of Karina's eyes.

********** Hunter’s PoV “The bastardo called my angel by names, I should’ve fucking took him to the wolves rather giving him an easy death.” I growled, angrily shoving my hand in my hair. I put the gun back in its holster, nodding at the dead body for Luke to take care of, he nodded in agreement and soon my chauffeur came down the road, ready to take me to my Angel.

“It’s – well. Some of it’s really bad. But you must know that, right?” Ace thought about the beatings that had gone on for hours; the crunch of lower leg bone; the knife carving out his left eye; the razors cutting the skin off his chest. Joker had insisted on removing his Fallen Angels tattoo personally, claiming that a cock-sucking traitor had no right to have it on his body any longer, and Ace still wasn’t sure if Joker had been more outraged by his disloyalty to the club, or his homosexuality.

“ Stay strong Ric, you can fight this. We are all waiting for you to come back alive. Your mom is waiting for you to come to her too, “ Angelo said and Kissed his hand before placing it on his tattoo which was also on the neck of all Ricardo’s gang members . After Angelo placed his hands on his tattoo, he placed his hands which he touched his tattoo with on Ricardo’s forehead. Was that some form of showing respect? I wanted to ask Angelo but decided to mind my words. When Angelo was done, he turned and looked at me with sadness on his face. I admired his loyalty to Ricardo. I used to think members of mafia gangs had no human emotions but seeing Angelo now changed my perception. “ I think I c

She quickly ran over and looked at my wound. The wound on my back was really torn due to my sudden movement. I could feel the slimy liquid on my white T-shirt. White T-shirt? Why do I wear it? Who changed my clothes? 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.

"You are still the same, zoning out when relaxed." Ambrosius chuckles as I trail patterns on his chest with my fingers. He got a tattoo of an angel riding a ferociously looking black vampire on his chest. I absolutely love it, especially the vampire. I know it is him because of the golden eyes. And the angel is me. It brought me to tears when I saw it for the first time. Ambrosius said he had to have something that would stay with him for the rest of his life, that reminded him of me. "And you can still tell when it happens."

The sight of him barely conscious, still breathing, only fueled my anger. I stepped closer, towering over him. "Who sent you?" I asked, my voice calm but deadly. He chuckled through cracked lips, spitting out a glob of blood. "Go fuck yourself D’angelo" he muttered, his voice thick with defiance. I could see the scorpion tattoo running on the right side of his neck, he clearly belonged to the Anotti clan, maybe not by blood but he was one of them.

"It's fine, Chloe; these assholes think they will get away with hurting you, but that is not going to happen." A friend of Joey's noticed something the other guys had not known, the guy with the gun had a dollar sign tattooed on his neck. Tom, "let it go;" Jimmy had known that Joey came from a rural area with gangsters. Joey's upbringing was not easy, having a drug addict of a father. The tattoo was more than just an ordinary tattoo; it was a rank, "these guys have been in and out of prison, and the dollar sign was a ranking of twenty-six.

For a full minute, I do nothing but gawk at the intricacies of ink beneath ripping muscles. “You have an angel tattooed across your back,” I whisper. He turns, but only half so I can see his face and still get an advantaged view of his tattoo. “Not just any angel.” I peer closer to study the fine lines and shadows etched into his skin. “He looks like he lost everything and still chose to fight.” He chuckles lowly. It’s a gravelly sound that echoes pain. “That’s the point.” My fingertips hover, itching to touch, before they finally do. He tenses at the first contact. “Why a fallen angel?”

"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.