James Gandolfini Tattoo Novels & Stories

He chuckles and leans closer to me as he peels my pants and underwear off. "Who said you're going back there? You're about to become Mrs. Xion Moretti. And Mrs. Moretti doesn't have to work." I bite my tongue at his words. My heart pounded in my ear, and my core throbbed with need as he began to undress before me. His whole body filled with tattoos from neck, back, chest and full arms. He had a long tattoo on his leg with my name. 'Lola' it made me sneeker. I bright smile on my face when I saw it. He smiled and leaned in to kiss me.

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

Jose's voice interrupted the conversation as he appeared near the door, his hand starting to lift the cold canned drink he had taken from the refrigerator in the main room. "Jose is right," Denis replied. "I'm quite sensitive when it comes to my parents. My life isn't as good as yours, so enjoy, Gabriel." "Listen, Gabriel. It would help if you made a good impression when you returned from this place because you're learning directly from the expert. The tattooist next to you is the teacher of all teachers." "Really?" Gabriel forgot his pain again. "Is Denis also willing to do my schoolwork?" Jose laughed while Denis smiled amusedly. The teenager before him was too innocent but dared to color

“Thank you, James. Once I see you naked, I’ll be able to call you a beautiful man too, just ask Saint.” “Don’t ask me anything,” I said. “Wilder, the day you see me naked might just be the luckiest day of your life,” James said. “Oh yeah? What have you got under that shirt that works for you?” Honor smiled. “He has tattoos, a lot of tattoos.” Wilder snorted. “I’ll check him out tonight.” “Remember, Wilder, I’m a hands-on kind of guy and I’m an expert of what’s under the hood.”

We get out of the car and start walking on the sidewalk, "I do like her, but I don't want her to know." "Okay," I roll my eyes. "Are you going to get a tattoo with us, General?" Hunter asks, opening the door to 'Zander's Greatness'. My father shakes his head. "Nah. I'll wait for you guys at that bar,” he points, “While you get your little drawings done." Zander is a bald man covered in ink who has done ten of my tattoos. My favorite ones, the ones that mean the most to me. This time, Hunter and I get the date of our departure tattooed just below the tattoo we got last year, which is the same, just a date. Small and simple.

The man held in one hand, a tattoo machine. A tattoo artist? What had a tattoo artist got to do with this? "I know how much Ricardo's betrayal pains you." Gustavo kissed his teeth. "Such a shame, you both would have been the most powerful duo. The Ghost and The Dark Knight." He took a step backward. "What do you say you get his name tatted on your cleavage where everyone can see. Where everyone can see your betrayal and your foolishness!" He scoffed and sat himself down. “You may begin. And don’t make a mistake of stopping until the job is done.”

Nathan frowned as he slightly blushed at James. "It's not about money!" "Then what?" Nathan sighed and glanced at Grey, who was also staring at him intently. "You are a member of the mafia gangster!" James almost burst out laughing at Nathan as he spoke it. Thus, James nodded and leaned closer. "Jayden and I are the same guy, love..." James slightly Nathan spontaneously frowned. What did he call him just now?

Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V. Danica placed her clothes on the footstool at the end of the bed and raised her hand to touch his arm, glancing at Lorenzo for permission. *********** *LORENZO* I held my breath as she traced the outline of my tattoo, her finger skirting across my skin, her light touch echoing through my body, toward my groin, and I suppressed a groan. “Did it hurt?” I grimaced. “I could endure the pain. Are you interested in getting one?”

An idea formed in my mind and I went with it, plucking items from the shelves and dropping them into my basket. In the checkout line to pay, I noticed a big guy behind me waiting with his lone bottle of water. Well, I really noticed his tattoo. He had a beauty on the in- side of his forearm a perfect rendition of Jimi Hendrix's signature, the big swirl of the J as clear as if Jimi had scrawled it himself. "Nice tat," I said to him, noticing how really huge he was. At least six five, solid muscle, with spiked white-blond hair and a face that exuded confidence this was a guy you did not mess with. "Thank you." His nearly black eyes softened just a bit and he asked, "Are you a fan?"

” He grabbed my hands and led me to the carnival shooting booths handing me the small arrows to arm at the water ball. He goes first, and with five arrows he misses like a toddler losing a game. That motivates me to aim, win and give him the puppy plushie. If I didn't know Machado was a feared Mafia Boss, I'd argue with anyone who told me —-- because right now, he is jumping with excitement like a kid getting a prize. His joy disarms me like a toy gun shooting real bullets. His tattoos peak from his knuckles and arm—- two rings on his fingers, the index and pinkie, probably making his family rank. Skulls and bullets inked on his knuckles.