Gangster Rosary Tattoo On Hand Novels & Stories

He did into the water and stretched his arms and his legs apart and swayed along the water. After few minutes of swimming, he decided to stay at the corner of the swimming pool. He made the gesture to his bodyguard who handed him a glass of beer and he gulped the content immediately. While he was puffing his smoke into the air, he noticed movements and turned around to see someone who was almost the same age with him approach the swimming pool. From the bodyguard the followed him, Carl could deduce that he was certainly a Mafia leader. He held up Carl's gaze and approached him. Carl noticed the tattoo on his left arm which was a picture of a rose.

That rosary… Suddenly, a flash of that terrible day hit me. I remembered being on the floor, my father and Nico dead next to me, and that man… the one who'd been ordered to kill me. I was begging for my life, clinging to what felt like my last shred of hope. And then that symbol… the tattoo. It was the same. I looked up, my heart slamming in my chest, and saw Rocco drying his hair with a towel like nothing had happened. No. It couldn't be. He was here. Was he that man?

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

“They are mere thugs. They molest the public and extort others. We may be wild, but nobody ever achieved success in the underground mafia society being a saint.” As soon as he finishes those words, the gangster attacks me. He has a tattoo on his forehead and neck, “baby Yahoo” clearly written in italic with worn-out ink. He is chubby and clumsy in his attacks, but his moves are lethal and deadly. He throws punches as if he wants to overwhelm me with rush and adrenaline. The man they put in front of me is built like a wall. Bare chest, scars running across his skin, eyes filled with nothing but hunger for violence.

he groaned on the ground and I just slammed his head with the bucket continuously, not even caring if he was to get unconscious, bleeding, and probably in need of stitches. Once I was sure I could see enough red and he wasn't getting up, I dropped the bucket and grabbed the knife seated in his boot before sitting down and putting it between my thighs. Then I got to work on cutting these ropes, and when that was done I pocketed the knife and grabbed the gun from the guard. As I was taking the man's things, I noticed the tattoo on his arm. It was that of a stick man with a trident, I immediately knew in whose territory I was; The Costello’s. And if I was correct then that would mean I was in p

The place fell silent after I shot the last man in the legs, bringing him down without killing him. “Bring him to me,” I commanded, and he was dragged forward until he stood in front of me. I glared down at him, scowling when I noticed the familiar tattoo on his hand—the Gambino famiglia insignia. I couldn’t fathom why the Gambinos were targeting us. “You have two minutes to start talking,” I said, watching him with disinterest as he groaned, holding his bleeding leg. I kicked his leg when he remained silent, and he let out a cry.

So it was entirely possible Gregory was behind tonight’s attack as well. Then Claudine mentioned the tattoo she’d seen on the server’s back neck. “It was like a symbol I had seen somewhere... in a pawn shop in LA. One antique that was being advertised in a section for buying boxing equipment. Boxing gloves and the likes. It looked like those Chinese dragon festival designs.” Hades’s eyes narrowed, taking in the way she kept speaking nervously. Oh?. Then there was Vito also in the mix. The Italian Mafia men were known for their gang tattoos, often intricate and symbolic.

’ or something along those lines. He recklessly launched himself at Rose shard in hand, hoping to exact his fury on the unsuspecting Rose. “Rose turn back!!” by the time one of the workers had noticed and alerted Rose, it was already too late for her to dodge. She widened her eyes in shock and tried as best as possible to move her body in time but failed, however, another person didn’t fail… A palm suddenly covered my Grayson’s entire face and he felt a violent force like what he had never experienced before behind that palm, making the punch he receive earlier look like a strand from a feather in comparison. And the words that came next from the owner of that palm

His voice held unto the mystery and Melody of the world. I couldn't ask the moon goddess for more after providing such a mystical, glorious man for me as my mate. I step backward and bent down to attend to his wound but he held out his hand. That was when I saw his long Milky fingers. It also has tattoos. I frown in confusion. why would anyone be gifted the beautiful image of flowers on the hand and cheek? " I would dress your wound to stop the blee..ding " I stammer but he shook his head.

I notice the tattoos down his arms, each telling a story of their own, small little tattoos peaking out from the shirt around his neck. "ILARIA! I can't find -" Alessandro comes to a halt when he notices us snuggled into my bed, running his hands through his hands before leaning down and breathing deeply in and out. "Matteo." He whispers before making his way over to us, sitting to my right, so he can see Matteo's face which is hidden in my neck. Alessandro caresses Matteo's hair with his hand, making him snuggle into both my neck and Alessandro's hand while smiling. For the first time I notice a tattoo on his hand. A beautiful picture of a rose, all black, making his tanned skin stand out.