Gangster Sacred Heart Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

​Without needing any further explanation, Lucas knew exactly what Tony meant. ​"Sir, do you know anything about them? Where did they come from?" Lucas asked. ​"They are Iron Hand's men, the mafia boss who rules this area. Every night, all they do is look for trouble," Tony explained. ​Lucas inspected the two bodies, searching for any distinguishing features to pinpoint exactly where they came from. After a moment, he finally found their syndicate's emblem. On the back of their necks, there was a tattoo of a crown topped with a crescent moon. The entire tattoo was pitch black.

"We’re not here for tattoos. We’re looking for someone." The tattoo artist’s face hardened. "Sorry, but we don’t give out information on our clients." A tense silence settled between them until Alessandro reached into his coat and pulled out a thick wad of cash. He placed it on the counter, his voice low and commanding. "You better think twice." The man hesitated for only a moment before greed won over. He grabbed the money and stuffed it into his pocket. Federico slid a folded paper across the counter. It contained a hand-drawn sketch of a tattoo—a tiger with piercing eyes—and a silver cross necklace with a skull, its hollow sockets glinting with red gemstones.

" Greta asked,. wavering her hand in front of Garrett's face. Garrett immediately came to his senses, "Yeah, I'm fine. Do you guys have one, but it's not very clear. Just a little picture because he was hiding behind the group of teams that were on duty that day, you seem to know something?" Noah looked at Garrett inquiringly. Garrett took a deep breath. "I have a friend who lives in the same form as me, he.... he has a Scorpio tattoo on his right hand and....." "And?" everyone asked almost at the same time. "And he's driving a white jeep, I don't remember if he put a Harvard Law School sticker on or not because we rarely go out together," Garrett explained in a nervous voice.

Sometimes we love the ones that don't deserve our love at all. The Nepharious Gangster's Lethal Love - the painful saga of love and hurt.

Three men stepped out and the moment I saw them… something didn’t feel right. They looked… wrong, not in an obvious way but enough to make my chest tighten. They were dressed in black, their movements sharp and controlled. Their heads were shaved clean, their skin marked with tattoos that crawled up their necks and disappeared under their collars. They didn’t look like businessmen, they looked like trouble. Why was my father associating with these kinds of people? I stayed still, watching them carefully. One of them turned his head slightly, our eyes met and he didn’t look away.

They certainly deserved it after the nightmares they had been through. Macario and I stood up and started from Jackson down the line. I asked them where they wanted it because it would essentially become a tattoo. They needed to be sure they were okay with the placement. Jackson and Lilli wanted it over their hearts. Dent and Pati wanted it on their inner wrists. The girls both wanted it on the left shoulder blades. Macario grabbed my hand and had me focus on the power that I could feel coming from him. I gathered it up and pushed it out towards them. Each of their sigils glowed with a brilliant white light before turning into black tattoos. It worked. It fucking worked.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

"Boss, Stella, one of Alba's most trusted assassins, said they found a letter. It was a letter found inside of the capo's room that had a red snake seal." "Snake? I don't know any family in the Italian mafia that has that kind of mark." "Yes sir, but they also found the same seal in the first video that was sent to you. The snake was shaped like the first letter on the tattoo that was on her body. The big "s" was shaped like the snake, and it spelled SACRIFICE" I recalled the tattoo as well as the video, and I felt the anger boil again. "Stella and the entire team tried to go to the Capo's office in your company

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

Kelly raised a brow and pretended not to know “ Really?” “Yes Miss Kelly, he's also the big boss of the Entertainment industry, do you know that dragon tattoos on his body and his neck…. That's his logo, Dragon is the most powerful mafia gang while Phoenix is the second, please be careful, some people are above the law, he has a crazy lawyer and a tycoon has friends.” Kelly laughed in amusement, he already knew about Norman and Archie as his friends, just shocked that the dragon tattoos she found cute were actually a symbol of a gang. “ Thank you so much, Loveth, I'm not a detective there's nothing to be afraid of”