Gangster Rosary Tattoo On Hand นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The man has very handsome features that are obscured by a murderous stare perpetually lingering on his dark eyes, his hair is styled to the side leaving his forehead and his thick eyebrows exposed, and his neck sports intricate tattoos that might’ve looked cheap on anyone else but look elegant on his smooth skin. However, it is the tattoo on his right hand which calls for the attention of everyone. A couple different tattoos cover his knuckles and fingers yet, it is only the crown on his index finger that matters. It symbolises his position as leader of the biggest mafia group in Danson, and second in Sangrid only to the Montenegro family. Everyone knows him or has heard about him, warned to

Douglas vowed. “I am counting on your words. Make sure you keep them!” Douglas nod his head at me and touch the tattoo on his shoulder. The tattoo which is the drawing of an axe with a small handle and letters XXX written under it is a sign that represents our Mafia organization. Every member and worker of our Mafia has the tattoo on either their right hand arm or the back of their neck or on the upper part of their back for those that don’t want the tattoo to be seen. By touching the tattoo, Douglas pledges his loyalty to the organization.

" Look at it Boss, the lady was dressed in black with dark shades, she does not look like a normal lady" " How did you know?", Stephen scoffed. " I do not know, I just thought that was the truth. A normal lady do not dress like this", Ashley said, he referred to the woman in the picture dressing. " Your logics is wrong Ashley but you guessed right, look at the tattoo on her wrist", Leo said as he zoomed the picture of the lady's hand. There was a crescent sign on her hand. " This belongs to Dimitri's gang, they all have it on them", Leo explained.

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

She asked again. His silver watch was tied on his right hand, I didn't notice infinity tattoo in his left hand when they shook hands together. Atty. Galiego is left-handed, he was the first one who offered shake hands. He gave his left hand and Atty. Nicdao gave his left hand too for sure because it is not fit if he gave his right hand.

I look at him and I feel like I'm going crazy. With a trembling hand, I touch the tattoos on his left hand. I feel hypnotized by them. There are thorns surrounded by roses. The drawing climbs on the cloth to the shoulder and then descends slightly on the back and chest. It's a great drawing. I follow it lightly with my fingers feeling tingling as I walk my finger over the tattoo. Something is written between thorns and roses near the heart. A name. "My Forever Elle". I put my hand to my mouth and sigh. What the fuck is this? Is this a bad joke?

His outfit was completed with sneakers that matched the colour of his jeans. I could see the ink that covered his right arm. It was from his wrist leading up to the length of his arm and disappearing under the sleeve of his shirt. I could make out some of the images. I saw a rose with a name scribbled on the stem, Jesus Christ with his hands clasped, and some teardrops flowing from his eyes. I never thought about tattoos being sexy, but looking at his, I got an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

Hunter had rescued us once again, but at great cost. A few other leather clad gangsters moved swiftly, hiding in the back of a large van with a huge rose painted on the side as a black and white silhouette, a perfect mirror of the tattoos on Hunter's arm. These are his people, his gang. Hunter may be a dangerous mobster, but he also just saved my life.

What I saw on the screen drained color from my face, and a heavy sense of dread settled over me like a shroud. Unknown: I think you dropped something. If you want this back, here's my address. ╰───────────────╯ My gaze remained fixated on the image, each detail searing itself into my memory. The hand that held the cocaine baggie, rings, and a distinctive tattoo on the thumb. There was no mistaking it—Vincenzo Capone.

Didn't even draw the curtains. He tore his robe open, revealing a body forged in violence and power. There were no ugly scars like the rumors said. Just perfect lines of muscle, and… A tattoo, right over his heart. It was an intricate design—a black mamba coiled around a thorny rose. And in the center of the rose, two letters were tattooed in elegant script: O.R. Odessa Rossi. My name. My breath hitched. "This is…" My fingers trembled as I reached out. The skin was still raised, the ink barely set.