Gangster Rosary Tattoo On Hand の小説・ストーリー

Behind the screen, Mark sat casually, placing his crossed legs on the desk. He had a perfect face with an air of impetuosity. He was in a black shirt and long pants, with his shirt unbuttoned three buttons down, showing off his chest and some of his tattoos. The tattoo of a fallen angel against his fair skin made him seem even more dangerous. The rosary in his hands was a huge juxtaposition to his tattoos, yet it didn't seem out of place.

"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.

A silver chain around the man’s neck. A pendant. Not just any pendant. It was the same one her uncle, used to wear. And just beneath his torn shirt… There was a tattoo. A black R, crossed by a serpent. The Roosevelt Syndicate. ---

” He grabbed my hands and led me to the carnival shooting booths handing me the small arrows to arm at the water ball. He goes first, and with five arrows he misses like a toddler losing a game. That motivates me to aim, win and give him the puppy plushie. If I didn't know Machado was a feared Mafia Boss, I'd argue with anyone who told me —-- because right now, he is jumping with excitement like a kid getting a prize. His joy disarms me like a toy gun shooting real bullets. His tattoos peak from his knuckles and arm—- two rings on his fingers, the index and pinkie, probably making his family rank. Skulls and bullets inked on his knuckles.

It's simple, yet, captivating. It features the Italian flag in colour, a black and white rose, rosary beads entwine with the stem and thorns, and the Esposito name is carved into the rose's shaded knuckle busters that rest beneath the rose with a single petal beside it. "I'm going to cut this from your body," I tap the scalpel against his tattoo, "And I'm going to keep it as a souvenir in my husband's family home." I sneer with a wicked smile playing on my lips.

I replied, and then threw in a ‘no offense’. “I’m just curious, do you have any tattoos at all?” He was always fully clothed around me and considering the Spanish had a thing for tattoos, he must have at least one. “Sí.” It was almost a whisper. My eyes widened when he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his chest and gorgeous abs. A symbol of a blood red rose with an inscription across it in black ink stretched across his chest and abs. “La Rosa de Sangre.” I whispered. The Blood Rose. If I wasn’t mistaken, that was the name of his gang. I wanted to run my fingers across his upper body, trace the expertly done tattoo with my tongue and maybe pinch those pink nipples till he squirmed.

The light flickering from the cigarette that was dangling in his fingers made him appear as a bad boy who had walked out of a novel. A chilly breeze blew, and I stood dazed, staring at the insanely hot guy. He had his face hidden in the dark, which made it difficult for me to make out his features. I raised my head slightly, my eyes sweeping across him when they landed on his hands. He had a pair of beautiful long hands that would feel wonder; I thought. However, what caught my attention was not his hands, but the tattoo inked on it. It was a black rose. Even in the bare light, I could identify that tattoo as I was way too familiar with it.

Reaching out, I grabbed the stack of papers from the file I was earlier skimming through and handed a few to him, along with some pictures. Marco scanned through the papers and photographs as I continued to explain. “Ralph’s men didn’t find much dirt on him, except his father’s link to Medellin cartel in the ’80s. But look at the tattoo on the back of his hand – cobweb and spider.” He gazed up. “What about it?” “When I was young, Dante would never let me out of the room if anyone was visiting the safe house. But obviously, my nine-year-old self was too nosy for my own good. So I would peek out of the keyhole and would often see this particular tattoo.”

The one goon approached them and tried to snatch that girl but next a shriek heard by everyone Falcone's dagger swung in the air and the man's hand separated from his side and fell away. Seeing this, the whole atmosphere got heated, the terror of fear spread. One hand of Falcone was holding the girl's head, the other hand held a dagger. More goons tried to attack but Falcone signed at his tattooed hand. The Goons were shocked seeing the tattoo, their eyes widened in horror as they eyed the tattoo of Phoenix which signifies he was the man of that group.

A paper with a black skull crossed is the one clue that will lead Rose to the killer. They were a dark alliance, tattooed with the same image as on the paper from Aunt Rosita to Rose. The tattoos that the members of her parents' murderous clan had were right on their crotches. Another reason why Rose eventually chose to become a prostitute who had to serve men with her mouth. Rose wanted to find the men with the black skull cross tattoos with her own hands. And the money she earned from working as a prostitute was used to hire a hitman, even though her savings had already been drained almost completely by the trap from Bouldog who wanted to touch her that night.