James Gandolfini Tattoo Novels & Stories

And a man in gloves holding a tattoo needle. Jacob spun. “What the hell is this?” Leo stepped in behind him, the door clicking shut. “Every man in my inner circle is marked. You’re married to me now. You don’t get to walk around with a clean canvas.” “You’re branding me?” Leo’s voice dropped. “I’m claiming you.” Jacob took a shaky step back. “That’s psychotic.” “No,” Leo said calmly. “It’s permanent.” The tattoo was small. Simple. A black line through the Greek letter Omega, right below his collarbone, just far enough to hide under a shirt, just close enough to remind him he belonged to a killer.

“Geez, you look like you’re about to murder someone. You have to relax, bro. I know you have a crush on him and all, but he’s not stripping for the class. He’s just existing. Violently existing.” The guy sitting two seats over leaned across the aisle like they were all in on the same conspiracy. “That’s actually not normal tattoos, guys. That’s mafia ink,” he said, his voice slow and smug. “I’ve seen those before. A dagger-and-rosary combo is classic mafia. The guy’s probably got a rap sheet and a body count. I bet he’s got a private plane parked somewhere with blood money in the cargo hold.” Archer snorted. “You watch too much N*****x, bro.”

Fucked. Matches came in fast. But one guy stood out. James. Tall in his pictures, arm tattoos, confident smile. We messaged back and forth for a couple days. He was easy to talk to. When he asked me to dinner at a five-star restaurant downtown, I said yes before I could overthink it.

"I did it right before I flew out to your grand charity gala in Monaco. You really think I was going to let you walk around that room pretending we didn't belong to each other?" Victoria let out a sharp hiss, her nails digging so hard into his neck that she left angry red crescent marks behind. "You are completely, utterly crazy. You're a psychopath." Giordano chuckled, the sound deep, rich, and entirely unbothered by her insult. He leaned forward, pressing her back against the cool, solid glass of the side mirror, his face just inches from hers. "Oh, I'm not crazy, Victoria. I'm just showing you exactly how obsessed I am. You want me to tattoo your damn name on my balls next? Because I swea

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

The man whimpered, blood running from his nose “I was just paid to drop it—” I straightened and looked at Mateo. “Show me.” Mateo nodded, then walked behind the man and yanked up his shirt. Scrawled between his shoulder blades was a black ink tattoo, crudely done but clear as day. “J.S.” Judas Stone. My fingers twitched at my sides. “You expect me to believe you have never met him, but you branded yourself with his initials?” “I didn’t know—” I clenched my fist and drove it into his gut.

He said before walking off He was in his fitted t-shirt so his ink is very noticeable today. He is a trendy guy with his long top haircut and nose piercing. Although he is not drop dead gorgeous like Adriano but he is definitely attractive and it appears to everyone who works here is. I had caught a glance with another tattoo artist, though he was currently working on someone. “Hey, I am James. I will introduce myself in a little bit.” He said and he seemed to be tattooing inside this girl's ring finger. I couldn't see the design, I just waved at him and allowed him to continue his work.

The gun stayed in my ear. “What?” “I love it when my girls act innocent,” he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. I looked at the exposed part of his chest. A tattoo. Black ink curled over the left side of his chest. I knew that symbol. Everyone knew that symbol. There had been warnings, articles, whispered rumors. The mark of Giordano's family. I felt the blood drain from my face. “I hope you keep it up when I fuck you so har d—because you’re mine now,” he finished.

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.

Antonio nodded toward the bouncer in greeting, but naturally, James had to do the whole fist-bump maneuver. "Tim, my man." "Detective Gunner." James held up his hand, showcasing the wolf tattoo. "Not a detective anymore, Tim. I'm a wolf now." He smiled like an idiot. I rolled my eyes and then grabbed him behind his neck, dragging him down the hall. "Anyone ever tells you you're a dumbass?" "Pfffft, never."