Gangster Pitbull Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

"Don't worry, I'll play with her first, and then I'll kill you. The moment the man raised the pistol, Enrico ran desperate, Livia closed her eyes tightly. It all happened so fast that she only felt her body being pushed sideway, while Enrico felt the impact of the projectile on her arm. He wouldn't let Livia pay for his mistakes. Enrico knew he couldn’t waste time with pain, he was trained to turn pain into hate. Furious, he took the pen next to him and ran to attack the man, who tried to shoot, but the gun jammed. The rival gang member felt the fury of Enrico’s attack push him against the wall, the forearm pressed the man’s face to the side as he pushed the tip of the pen against his rival

Maybe if I got in tight, I could press it to the bastard’s side, make him leave without a fuss. The first guy shoves Seb, exposing the black-and-white tattoo that covers most of the man’s arm. I think I recognize it, but it disappears too quickly for me to be certain. Seb stumbles back a step. “So, it’s like that?” He swings a punch at the taller man’s face. The man catches his fist and just stares at it. I study the tattoo in more detail. It’s a building with multiple towers. Fuck, I learned so many different signs and symbols when I was trying to get a hold on New York’s organized crime. Why can’t I place this one?

His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips. “Pain makes it unforgettable. It reminds me that you are my flesh and blood.” That revived the comments: “Help, this man is too dangerous! Tattooing his female lead’s name on his heart!” “Henry says: “I may be a ferocious beast, but first and foremost, I’m my female lead’s loyal dog.” “Am I the only one who noticed all the love bites on the female lead’s neck? Last night was intense, huh?” “Rein in your filthy imagination (but also… post more, I’m watching).”

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?

His hair was wet, and he had nothing but boxers on. I had a vivid view of his tattoos. Adorning his back was a fierce-looking wolf, jaws agape and poised to seize its prey. On his chest, a heart ensnared in thorny vines bled profusely, the tendrils winding their way to a blossoming rose, seemingly coloured by the lifeblood drawn from the heart. Positioned on the left side of his chest was a strikingly fierce yet captivating eagle. Additional intricate designs adorned his arms, crafted with bold strokes of black ink. The well-defined muscles accentuated the synergy between his movements and the artistic lines. I found myself pondering about the talented artist behind these captivating creatio

Detective Adams did not know whether to feel happy or sad about that. "So," he began, stepping into the room. "I made a clear picture of the tattoo. You will need something very clear and precise. Most of these tattoo artists are drug lords and may be involved in other vices for very obvious reasons. You don't want to piss them off by now being direct about your questions. That's why you need this clear photograph of the tattoo. One look at it and he'll know who he drew the tattoo on." Detective Cooper joined them in the room.

"But, we'll need Mrs Martin " "Don't worry about Blessing,I'll handle her." He fixed his jacket and stormed out… Michelle heaved and threw her head back on her chair. She liked working for the two Gangsters even in her next life she'd do anything for them. That's why she'd try anything to find the antidote for her boss. People said Gangsters are cruel and ruthless, but these two are far from that unless it's needed. ~~~

And why do I believe in him so much. "It will be dangerous." Gael looked at the clock, he was still with a cigarette in his mouth, then he stood up. Damn, Gael looks a lot like a gangster member, because he wears a black man suit and a white shirt with the top 3 buttons unbuttoned. Because it shows his tiger tattoo, and since when did he have a tiger tattoo? Even though his original form was a western tiger, but still this was too much for him. In fact, I have no intention of getting a dragon tattoo for the future.

Without hesitation, I fetched my phone out of my pocket and browsed on the internet what it meant if someone had a tattoo of a scorpion on his wrist. Some images were displayed on my phone screen and even before I could read out the content behind the scorpion tattoo, someone already beat me to it. "It symbolizes the membership of a well-known dangerous gang known as the Gun fire men." A familiar deep voice rung out loud from behind.

The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts. My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.