James Gandolfini Tattoo Novels & Stories

she murmured. “Yeah?” “Why do you have, like... seven tattoos and none of them are food-related? You own a restaurant, Mr. Velluto Rosso. Where’s the little pasta noodle?” I grinned, “You want me to get a tattoo of spaghetti?” “Obviously. A single meatball with, like, storm clouds behind it.” I barked a laugh. “Or a fancy cursive quote. ‘Live. Laugh. Lasagna.’” “Oh my fucking God.”

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."

It burned in his throat, his chest and ruined his vision with a red mist. "You shot one of my men…" Federico finally spoke up. "He pointed a gun at my woman." Marcello returned. What was this man doing here? He tightened the cigarette between his fingers, trying to quell the itch. He only smoked when he was pissed off or unsettled. Federico and Jacopo stood up to shake hands and the view of the same tattoo on the wrists of the men caught Marcello's attention. Yes, Federico also had the same tattoo as Jacopo and the unknown man who had killed his parents.

He held my hand, "It's lovely. I can't wait for mine to get done so well take a photo of it." I smile in excitement. When he was done, the tattoo artist was telling me the stuff to do after having inked. He said I shouldn't scratch it no matter what. Landon takes my hand and held it, "Time for me to update my I*******m." I chuckle and held into his hand too. He takes out his phone and begins to take a photo of our hands holding each other. I stare at Hugo, and hell he's really goddamn jealous alright? I thought to myself.

I handed the empty glass to Jake and he went back to the alcohol rack and refilled the empty glass. Fuck! I thought I'm going to suck Jake Andrich already. "Let's continue," Jake spoke to me and I just nodded in response. "Okay, why don't you guess this one here?" Jake said and pointed to the tattoo on the right side of his hand, it was a triangular tattoo and inside the triangle was an eye-shaped figure. I didn't give him an answer right away and I stared at his tattoo on the right side of his hand, I wanted to suck Jake's penis so badly and I also want him to fuck me without me using my VIP black card, but I will let him scan my black card after he fuck me.

Three characters, two letters. J&J. I look up at him. He frowns and pulls his hand from my grip. "I'll dm you my number," he says and walks away. My heart is pounding. What is that tattoo?

Then I heard the grunting. We followed the sound, and in the middle of the room, James had a man pinned down. My other bodyguards stood still, waiting. The man’s head lifted, his face drenched in sweat. His arm twisted, and that’s when I saw it—the tattoo. A spider with a woman’s face on its body. Our eyes locked. Dwayne stepped closer, his voice cold. “I’m disappointed.” The man started to pant, trembling under James’s grip. Dwayne’s lips curled. “I’m going to enjoy ripping out your bones.”

“Still need a wife? What about me? Don’t be so strict about gender. Half a building is enough.” Lorenzo kicked him away. “Disgusting.” He swirled his glass, then remembered something. “By the way.” “What?” Forrest crawled back. “You changed your mind?” Lorenzo shot him a cold glance. “You have a friend who does tattoos, right?” “Yeah. You want a tattoo?” Forrest lit a cigarette for him. “But with your image, you should not get anything random. What do you want?” Lorenzo exhaled a thin stream of smoke. “Something exclusive.”

The tattooed guy said in a mockery tone. “I’m off!”Liam turns to leave but the tattooed guy holds his right shoulder which makes Elliot worried.Liam turns to look at the guy hand on his shoulder. “Get your hands off me!” Liam said with a calm but yet deadly tone.The tattooed guy was about to say something before Elliot intervened. “Get your hands off him Giovani,What’s wrong with you?” Elliot said while removing the tattooed guy who happens to be giovani hand off Liam's shoulder. “No need to get worked up Scott ,I was just messing with you” he chuckled as his deep voice disgusted the shit out of Liam.

“There’s a man down, I can’t up and leave.” “Do you know who those men were?” I held the cigarette, watching the bottom glow in the night. “They belong to Don Favelo. They’re the only gang in the area who tattoo flamingo’s on their neck. He has been trying to get me on his side for years, but I think he’s a shady bastard. I didn’t know you were the ones watching my house or I would have run out guns blazing.” “Without clothes I presume.” I offered him my bloody shirt. “How do you feel about hunting?”