Gangster Angel With Gun Tattoo Romane & Geschichten

he joked. Unfortunately when he noticed how my resolve hadn't cracked at his attempt towards humour, his smile dropped as he rubbed the back of his neck gently. The action involuntarily drew my eyes towards the tattoo now on full display. I took note of the intricate design of an angel wing that made me ponder briefly on how one can look both rough yet seem quite harmless at the same time. There was also a gold.ring with an emerald stone in it that I silently took note of. "To be honest I wanted to say thank you for the other night. You could have called the cops but you didn't, you chose not to jump to conclusions."

"And I hate it when I get shorted. We agreed to four boxes and all I got was three. I believe you understand the anger I felt, after all, trust is golden in this line of business." She rounded the couch and stood behind him. "Funny you should say that, I strongly agree with you." She patted his shoulder twice and shot two of his men who were stationed by the refreshment table. She placed a gun on his neck and pointed another at his right hand man. Everyone had pulled out their guns now and bullets were being exchanged. Chiara shot Vincent's right hand man in both knees and he fell to the ground. "Order your men to stop or the next bullet goes through you." Vincent signalled his men to stop a

Hunter kept his voice low. “There's not much space here for all of us to cram in here like fishes in a can.” Angelo told him. “Get in and close the door.” Hunter stopped pacing and told Angelo firmly. Angelo shook his head, stepped in unwillingly and closed the door. Hunter suddenly pulled out his gun and held it against Nathan's temple, as he pinned him against the wall. “What the f*ck did I tell you about hurting that girl?” “What the fuck man?” Angelo was shouting at Hunter. He was sick and tired of his 'underboss' now.

He was convinced that this was all the magic of her intense love. "Undress me, Angel," he told her between his pantings. Angela begin undoing his buttons. A gasp escaped her mouth when she noticed the same tattoo she had. Their wedding date. There was one more right below the date. It was a heart and it had hers and Nigela's name written inside it. The tattoo was squeezed in between his other tatts but were strikingly distinct. It appeared as all his other tattoos revolved around them. As if those were the centerpieces of his world. Angela's eyes watered.

“Run me a license plate.” “Sure, Boss. What's the plate number?” Giving him the plate number, Santiago confirms it belongs to the Mongrels. While driving his motorbike, he pulls a firearm and shoots at the tire as the van swerves off the road and tilts. Many mongrels, then he runs out of the van, and they spot Joshua. They are all full of tattoos and carry the number 27, blood, and flesh. He is walking up to him. Joshua off his helmet as his eyes darken of anger, making a first. Without saying a word, he shoots the guy in the head. He returns to his bike, pulls out a machine gun, and starts firing as the mongrels drop one by one to the ground. As Joshua realizes the building is in Mongrel te

For the first time. My heartbeat speeds up for the millionth time today, and a tremble ripples through me. I swing around to turn my back to the bed, and my eyes lock on Angelo, who’s leaning with his shoulder against the doorjamb, his gaze burning on me. Holy mother of God. He’s only wearing black sweatpants. I’m stunned speechless, as I stare at his bare chest, covered in tattoos. There’s an angel reaching a hand up to the devil while they’re surrounded

I sat on the bed in the room and waited for him, he threw his shirt off exposing his well build abs a clear sign of countless years of hitting the gym, he had a dragon tattoo on his back and on his chest and stomach were faces of different women I could only conclude that he was keeping tabs of the women he had fucked on his body as tattoos and if I let him live past today he might probably add mine to it. I scoffed as I unzipped my bag to see if everything was intact, I smiled to myself as I imagined my next move, Alonzo was pretty smart and at this point I thought using a gun might just be a waste of time. I didn’t bother coming with one because it could have been detected at the door.

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

It looked perfect on her and thankfully it seemed to be the right choice. Angel’s eyes zeroed in on my newest tattoo that Uncle Dante designed. My brother had the same one. It was a bold choice, but we wanted her to know that she was going to be our choice whether or not there was a fated bond. It was a galaxy scene that morphed into an image of Angel’s beautiful face. ‘Angel – My Queen’ was written in calligraphy. “We had these done last week and are definitely our favorite tattoos,” I said, winking at her.

She’s watching me, her eyes dark with both desire and amusement. I smirk up at her. “Last chance, Angel. My name’s going on now.” I give her one more opportunity to back out, to change her mind, but she doesn’t. She just stares at me, waiting, her silence louder than any words. So I lower the gun to the left side of her bikini line and begin tattooing Grayson. The strokes are deliberate, steady. Each letter marks her as mine in the most permanent way possible. There’s no going back from this. She’s mine, completely and irrevocably.