Gangster Pitbull Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

The side of his hand struck my face, and I tasted blood as my teeth clashed against his skin, the coppery taste flooding my mouth. “Fucking bitch,” he spat, slapping my face harder. The room spun. He pulled a thick tape from his pocket and slapped it over my mouth with cold efficiency, making my pulse race. He shoved me to the floor, my hands bound in front of me. I could barely move, barely breathe—the pain was suffocating. He walked to the door and locked it from the inside. Then he removed his white coat, revealing a tight-fitting black shirt. His arms were covered in tattoos, including one on his hand that read "GDL." The letters seemed to mock me. His body was full of ink, each design d

He calls back with a laugh. I wait patiently, and he appears a few minutes later, smiling. He is only in a pair of grey sweatpants. My eyes trail over his muscular chest and washboard abs. My tongue darts between my lips. He has a tattoo from one shoulder down onto his chest. It is a stunning design, with beautiful colouring featuring red, black, gold, and other colours—a second one on his lower stomach of a black wolf with blue eyes. I groan. I am a sucker for tattoos. “If you are done perving, would you like some coffee and food?” Conall chuckles.

The bitch is supporting his son and the others in doing this so he can go to hell for all I care. "The decorated one." Shade says nodding to the stencil in Rux's right hand. Mr. Rux beams and hands the stencil over to the tattoo artist. The bald man with a bushy beard is covered in tattoos and seems to in his fifties. He doesn't spare the chains around my wrist a glance as he grabs my forearm and twists it so that the underside of it faces upwards. All business, he shaves and cleans where the tattoo will be. He places the stencil so it begins right beneath the crease between my forearm and arm. I stay still. If this is going to happen then I at least don't want it to be a shitty tattoo. It'l

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

I just needed to keep the conversation going for as long as possible. "Oh sorry. Where are my manners?" He apologized, "My name is Dante Gonzalez, the founder of the Serpent Mafia" he said pulling his sleeve up and showing his dragon with a crown tattoo. My eyes quickly widened as I recognized the tattoo. We had been warned about this gang lots of times in our police training. I never even thought they were real. "You looked surprised" he said with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, I don't bite. Ain't that right, Miyuki?" he asked his cat.

My heart’s pounding as I pull my top down from my shoulder and look at Shane’s mark that is now tattooed over my shoulder; it consists of a shield which covers my shoulder. It has a sword upon it with an intricate hilt. In front of the shield is a wolf standing protectively. Shane… the shield of defence… He was ready to protect everyone, and he died a true warrior… I brush my fingers down my tattoo. Right beneath it, I had his name tattooed too. I look at Jax’s mark on my neck. It’s darker than Shane’s was. It consists of a thicket of trees, black with hues of dark green, and through the trees, you can see the dark silhouette of a wolf with yellow eyes peering out from between the trees.

Stamp ejaculated as soon as he viewed what Mahiriko just got to drawn on his skin. Mahiriko frown and punched Stamp's hand when he touches his chest. "D*mn you, Stamp. It's not a f*cking pussy, it's a tarantula, you sh*tty sh*t." He corrected and study the tattoo at his reflection at the mirror. Stamp laughed his ass out and shows his Betty Boop tattoo on his back. "You see this, man? This is the real tattoo." He even let out his laugh like a wheezing animal.

We spend the next hour looking for any slip up the attacker must have made, luckily that fucker wasn’t as smart as we thought him to be. I easily caught sight of a tattoo on his left arm. A gang tattoo… “Zoom into that” I ordered. Fred quickly obeys my instruction and zooms in closer to the guy’s left arm. I was quick to recognize that symbol,It was basically hard not to. I was left dumbfounded because this was the last mafia gang I’d expect that from.

“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.”

He looked cute; if not for the black appearance, I could have considered dating him. Nah! He took a step back. "I... I don't want to rape you." He stammered. "We'll just have a nice time together." "Yeah, do I look like a kid to you?" I questioned him. He really was dumb. Or was he trying to play a nice guy? My eyes caught the tattoo drawing which was on his upper arm. It was something like a dragon. Oh no. All the blood drained from my face and I turned pale. My mind went back to the neighborhood I was in; there was a gang that troubled the neighborhood so much that they became something like their kings.