Gangster Pitbull Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

My beloved, at that hour, died to protect this unusually damned woman, named Haydée What, this gangster didn't have enough money for a whole grill? Yes, apparently, he didn't pay well enough to be betrayed by another member and murderer of the rival gang. With a tattoo of a spider web on her right temple, running down below her ear, in that spider part of the tattoo on her neck and some cursive writing. The screech of the tires sounded on the road, and it was just enough to see the small spark of panic on his face. He looked back.

“Wow! Isn’t somebody trying to play superhero?” The thug who shoved Tanya had a wolf head tattooed on his chest. He ripped his shirt open a little bit wider to show off the tattoo before saying aggressively, “Little brat, you’re right about me being a wolf! I’m not just a wolf, but a wild one who has tasted blood before! Did you know that?” “Haha! Look at this, brat!” The other three thugs glanced at each other before they, too, pulled their shirts open to reveal the same wolf-head tattoo on their chests.

Kelly raised a brow and pretended not to know “ Really?” “Yes Miss Kelly, he's also the big boss of the Entertainment industry, do you know that dragon tattoos on his body and his neck…. That's his logo, Dragon is the most powerful mafia gang while Phoenix is the second, please be careful, some people are above the law, he has a crazy lawyer and a tycoon has friends.” Kelly laughed in amusement, he already knew about Norman and Archie as his friends, just shocked that the dragon tattoos she found cute were actually a symbol of a gang. “ Thank you so much, Loveth, I'm not a detective there's nothing to be afraid of”

He responded. “What?” I asked, confused, what the hell is going on? “They are called the tiger gang and all their members have the same tattoo. They are mostly involved in drug trafficking and robbery. I'm surprised they are involved in blackmail. It's not in their Modus Operandi. There must be more to this than we thought.” He explained, and I heard the sound of books ruffling in the background. “And you’re sure he knew about the video?” I pinched the bridge of my nose, anger bubbling to the surface.

he chuckled,”You’re a good asset to my gang. “What’s the last part of my training?” I asked, remembering the conversation from earlier. “You have to get a tattoo,” he stated. “A tattoo?” I gaped, “Why?” “It’s the trademark,” he smiled,”It’s kind of like a brand. Everyone in my gang has the tattoo.” “What’s the tattoo of?” I wondered. “A Devil's,” he smiled, “Or serpents.” “Why a Devil?” I questioned. “My gang name is The Devil's Brotherhood,” he smirked. I chuckled, and looked at him.

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. The number twenty-six was high ranking amongst other prisoners, indicating they do not fear returning to prison. The guy with the tattoo, who was six feet grabbed Jimmy and pushed him to the window, then removed his gun. The train stopped by the next station, and people ran out as the train reached a standstill. "Hey, man, let him go." Said Joey; the other two men, surprisingly, also had guns; Joey had noticed the tattoo of the other two guys; one was a rapist and the other a killer.

My eyes caught the Jaguar tattoo on his back as he turned to pick up his machete. Jaguar tattoo means only one thing, the Bratva has different gangs and they have symbols to differentiate themselves, if it were a Volk then it would be a Black Mamba but if it's a Jaguar that means it's... How? Did he know I was coming? There was another loud creak indicating that someone was coming, I swallowed a hard lump in my throat as I watched like an idiot as three men walked in. Now I see it, they all have those Russian features, including the machete guy.

"Yeah, I've been with my boss since we were kids—it's been over ten years now. I was an orphan and I was raised by him. We grew up in a poor village, and our parents died early. We had to fend for ourselves from a very young age." His voice gradually grew heavier, as if the weight of those early years was still pressing on him. He continued, "he’s always relied on his own toughness to protect me and the other guys, slowly rising through the ranks in the gang. He went through a lot of hardship to become the leader of the Shark Gang. Take a look at his tattoos—many of them are intricate, aren’t they? They aren’t just random designs. Each one tells a story. Some are to honor the sacrifices of t

Another one of the gangster came forward, his body filled with tattoos like that of a leopard. “Didn't he tell you?” I cocked my eyebrows, taking slow steps towards them. “That motherfucker stole from me, so it is only wise for me to come for what’s mine.”

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.