Gangster Angel With Gun Tattoo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Once finished, he carelessly tossed the used bandage aside and fixed his eyes on Angelia, his look as predatory as a vulture eyeing its prey. Angelia couldn’t help but feel afraid, especially under the piercing coldness of his gaze. His forced smile was enough to send her heart pounding in her throat. ‘F*ck.’ Gunter spat at Angelia, his large hand landing brutally on her face, leaving a painful mark. ‘You traitor! You put on a front of helping us, but secretly aided those people, didn’t you?’ Gunter was a powerful and hateful man. His blow was so fierce that it nearly knocked Angelia out, leaving her enveloped in darkness.

“Fine, but we won’t be killing anyone, otherwise, I will be putting you behind bars” “Please remind me of that when you have a gun pointed to your head and the one way to save you is to kill the bastard” I teased. I could see Anastasia fighting back a smile as she shook her head at me “now, come on, you need to put up an annoyed face at the fact that you’re losing your badge”

“ You keep asking me the ,meaning behind the tattoo of Angel wings on my chest . Let me tell you then , the real reason behind this tattoos . “ said Antonio unbuttoning his shirt to the end and showing Damian a clear look of his two wings on the chest . “ These………are tattoos used to cover my wounds . “ said Antonio . “ Wounds ? “ asked Damian confused . “ Yeah ! Wounds………What kind of wounds do you think they are ? “ said Antonio with half a smile . Damian looked at the tattoos again with a shocked expression as they covered the wounds so perfectly to the point that it was impossible to tell whether they were truly wounds or not . “ Who dared to do those wounds to you ? Tell me ! I will kill

I push away all the thoughts as the darkness leads me to the inside bar, the shelves lined up with vintage alcohol and wine gleams against my eye I sit on the bar stool, watching with gleam as the darkness mixes my alcohol, he’s wearing a button down shirt with the sleeves up to reveal those sexy tattoos, my heart seems to quicken anytime I see them. “A glass, angel?” He asks, setting the glass on the table. There’s this way that the darkness talks, calm and steady, like he doesn’t give a fuck of what world thinks. I wish I could talk like that. However, when he stretches his fingers, I see something that almost makes me want to drop dead, on his left fingers written in shimmering dark ink i

Battered hands, inked with tattoos: MAMA on his knuckles, a dove, and more ink disappearing beneath his tank top. Another man chuckles under his breath. “She stays, maybe we talk more,” Green Eyes says. I glance at Angelo. His face is stone. “She’s not payment,” Nate growls, fighting back the urge to stand. “Oh, come on. She’s a gift to the room,” another pipes up. “You sure you don’t want to share?” “Ettiene,” Angelo warns, voice low and lethal. But Green Eyes doesn’t stop. Maybe it’s just me or maybe I’m naive but I didn’t expect this from a man with MAMA tattooed all over his skin. Then again, what do I expect from unethical thugs?

He then draws at the scratch paper a pistol and half of the angel's wing, I just stared at the paper that was placed on the table and watch at his hands, I place my finger on his hair and stroking it gently. "There, Fight for Life," He said when he finishes his drawing. I look at it and my brows furrowed. "Fight for life," I said and kiss him. That day we decided to go to a tattoo shop and had his drawing tattooed on our back near our nape, It was just a minimal size and it can't be seen when you don't look at it closely, we had the gun facing each other and the wings match when it was put together. After having our tattoos we decided to stroll around the city, He handed me his helmet and I

After a few clicks, Terrence confirmed his guess. Bingo. It’s a serpent tattoo. A symbol of Sinesteros. “It’s the Sinesteros symbol boss!” Cody excitedly announced. ‘I knew it. This is not just about that woman in the wheelchair.’ Terrence thought to himself. “Strip down their clothes!” Terrence commanded. Conrad and his squad immediately followed and pulled their clothes revealing the tattoos on their arms. Some had it on their chest. Terrence marched with heavy footsteps going in their direction. He took out his 9mm Rapide- Black Ice handgun from his waist and kneeled and pulled one of the men’s hair down and pressed the nozzle of his gun on his chin.

She’d never seen anything this out there, and for her this was like night and day compared to what she’d grown up with she began to slowly back up and said “This is a mistake… I don’t belong here.” She would have kept going if she hadn’t backed into a brick wall or at least what felt like one. It was their security man he said, “They won’t hurt you I promise.” Angel asked cautiously “And, I should trust you why?” what he did next shocked her. He pulled at the back of his collar and showed her the tiny tattoo of a cross at the base of his neck. He said simply “Because we’re both one of Antonio’s.” If he’d hit her, he couldn’t have shocked her more, out of all the things she’d expected to find

He adjusted his shirt so I could see the full inscription drawn in a mix of bold and italics. “And I can already tell you like it,” His smile was cocky. He said those words confidently, well, he was right. ‘My Angel’ was written in bold italics. The ink was indeed beautiful, I mean, it was my name so of course it was beautiful. I loved it. Who wouldn’t love it when a person showed just how much they wanted them? “Yeah, it looks good,” I admitted honestly, but what I didn’t add was that the tattoo would definitely look better on Daddy’s taut skin.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.