James Gandolfini Tattoo Novels & Stories

I just needed to keep the conversation going for as long as possible. "Oh sorry. Where are my manners?" He apologized, "My name is Dante Gonzalez, the founder of the Serpent Mafia" he said pulling his sleeve up and showing his dragon with a crown tattoo. My eyes quickly widened as I recognized the tattoo. We had been warned about this gang lots of times in our police training. I never even thought they were real. "You looked surprised" he said with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, I don't bite. Ain't that right, Miyuki?" he asked his cat.

Zayn, Alex and Harry was next to me. "So, you're saying someone in the Russian, Moscov, My Right hand is betraying me?" Giovanni spoke angrily. Ace nodded before saying, "That's what the woman whom we caught stealing from us said." "I'll kill him." Giovanni stated then turned his gaze on me. He looked at me for while before his gaze went down at my waist. I raised my eyebrow in confusion as his gaze was still fixed on my waist. My eyes widened as realisation hit me. I forgot to cover the tattoo.

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

I could already read the ‘gangster’ and ‘delinquent bastard’ she's called me in her head. She leaned forward as she cut into her steak. “So… how did our well-mannerer Caden end up with a … fine young man as yourself?” I almost laughed. The woman almost called me a fucking bastard. Jeremy smiled. “He looked like something a tattoo gun chewed and spat out. Don't get me wrong I have tattoos but at least I'm not covered in them like some mafia soldiers.” “I know, right?” Gus smirked as he sipped his wine.

"Very well," James raises his hands and claps slowly but loudly. He stands at the doorway, slowly pacing towards us. Following behind him are three burly-looking men who quickly spread apart, covering the room's corners. However, his claps are not to applaud but to mock. James is devilishly a handsome man in his mid-thirties but doesn't have the aura of domineering and stunning CEOs. He has gold piercings on his ears, messy bangs that he keeps pushing to the side, and tattoos painting his entire arms. He stands tall in a pair of signature rubber shoes and bleached denim jeans, coupled with a button-up shirt that lays open down to the center of his chest. His figure better fits the definition

I ask him. " Arnav... " A blonde handsome man comes out of the cafe. They hug each other as they are old friends. Both are of the same height. I thank my heels, it won't make me feel pigmy. " How are you, brother! " Arnav steps back and looks at his friend, " So long to see you. "James' arms are covered with tattoos. He's tall with a long face and blue eyes. " We're joining together after a long time, " James chuckles.