Gangster Rosary Tattoo On Hand 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.

Without breaking eye contact she pulled the trigger, blowing the man's brain out. Cleaning her hands, she walked over to me. She garbed my hand and placed the gun on my hand. Our fingers met as she touched my hand. For a minute she starred at my hand. A tattoo escaped the sleeve of my suit. She raised it a bit and took a better view at it. It was my initiate tattoo, that I had to get before joining the mafia. Everybody had it. I chose to do it on my hand as it was the only space left. Looking straight in my eyes, she ran her fingers through my hair adjusting them back in place. Her expression also changed from earlier. She was numb. No emotion. "Mr. Valentine when you are ready to talk, we

He nodded and I touched his hand. His hand was so big. Trust me, if he tells you that I was attacked by a shark you'd believe it. His hand had a lot of scars and I'm pretty sure this Datura Flower tattoo is covering a bad scar oh and it has a tiny text underneath… Co-sa No-stra. What's that? “Cosa Nostra. What does it mean?” I asked as I read the tiny text under the Datura Flower. “I'll have to kill you if I tell you.”

He replied so that his colleagues were shocked and realized that they were not just a group of gangsters, but that they were working for someone. Harry looked all around him and he saw a photo displayed there. He approached it and stared carefully, and he noticed that they both had a diamond tattoos on their hand. Therefore, he also immediately checked each of their hands, where he saw that they all had tattoos on their right hands and the same diamond was marked on them. “What does this diamond mean? Is it the symbol of your organization, or does it have something to do with the person you're working with?” He asked them, but they refused to answer him, and they all looked away from him.

"He had a tiger tattoo on his left hand. I saw it the moment he gripped the handlebars before speeding off. And there was something else—a necklace. A silver cross with a skull on it, and the skull had a tiny red diamond in each eye socket." Federico’s face tensed as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small sketch he had drawn. He unfolded it and held it up to her. "Did it look like this?" Antonia’s eyes widened. "Yes! Exactly like that! How did you—?" Federico smirked. "Well, in case you don’t know, your brother-in-law is a talented artist. Maybe I should’ve been a detective instead of working for Alessandro. Can’t let my talents go to waste."

I take a step towards the body which has already created a pool of blood, and stare down at the pale hands, most especially on the tattoo. Only one gang has that symbol on their wrist… Tom rushes in and gasps out, muttering a low curse. "I knew she wasn't up to no good," he mutters and walks towards her body then pulls off the mask over a face. "This is surely Giovanni's girl," he rasps out and I nod my head in agreement. "That bloody bastard is looking for war, and I'm gonna give it to him," I snap and begin to walk to my car, dabbing off the blood on my neck.

"Nothing's more interesting than a beautiful woman who craves danger. Or don’t you agree with me, Lorenzo?" He took a sip of his drink, and I saw that he had a rose tattoo on his left hand, that his jet-black hair was pulled back with gel, and that there were a few sparse hairs on his forehead that were dozing. His all-black suit appeared to be hand-tailored. Elegant and young

“Everything. I want to know who this fucker was.” Rico and the other guard moved quickly, going through the dead man’s pockets. Wallet…no ID. Phone…burner, probably untraceable. Keys. Then Rico stopped. “Boss.” His voice was tight. “You need to see this.” I moved closer as Rico pulled back the man’s collar, revealing his neck. There, just below his hairline, was a tattoo. It was small but unmistakable. A symbol I’d hoped never to see again.Three interlocking circles forming a triangle with a crown at the center.

“Grandmother despises schemers. When she finds out you’re the reason I lost my inheritance, she will make you pay. I promise you that.” “I’m the reason?” I scoffed. “That’s rich, coming from you.” “At least I have true Moretti blood in my veins!” Dante suddenly thrashed, trying to get up. “You’re nothing! You’re just a cheap—” His words were cut short. In his violent struggle, he tore the sleeve of his hospital gown. I saw it then—a black tattoo on his forearm. The design was distinctive: a double-headed eagle with Cyrillic letters beneath it. My heart skipped a beat. That was a Bratva tattoo. The mark of the Russian mob.

Gato replied with his Spanish accent waving through the words. "My legs are tied, Idiot! How could I possibly walk when my legs are bound?" Roselyn countered. Without another word, Gato moved forward to remove the chains at her wrist and ankle and as soon as he did that, Roselyn felt an instant rush of relief at her wrist and ankles. She figured, at least, he was listening to her. She looked closely to see the face of the man who came to loosen the chain. Gato was a man of average height with tiny beards on his face, he had not-so-pleasing eyeballs. On his face, there were different tattoos ( a sword, a snake, and a cross) making him look fearful.