James Gandolfini Tattoo Novels & Stories

Then, curiosity got the better of me, and I followed him inside. “If it isn’t Mr. Moreno Armani, it’s been a while man,” a young man wearing a black apron said shaking Moreno. “How are things,” Moreno said to him and I just stood at the corner feeling uninvited. “Good good, here to get another tattoo done?” he asked Moreno. “Not for me actually,” he said looking at me and I looked back at him confused. “This is my wife Bella you must have heard about her, she’s been bugging me to get a tattoo with my name on her and I can’t say no” he lied through his teeth. “Mrs, Armani,” the man said bringing his hand for a handshake. “I’m Pablo, you look better in person I’ll admit” “Thanks” I replied loo

my eyes landed at his hands, that grabbed the hem of his shirt. Oh.....I'm gonna see a man bare top for the first time. Excited? Yes I am. So damn excited. He also has a tattoo....what tattoo does he have? Is it a colored tattoo or a plain black. Oh....does he have abs? is he fit? he's muscles looks fit but....does he really have abs? oh my.....I've always admired David James Gandy in TV and oh his sun kissed tan abs are so juicy....Wait....Does my mate also have abs like David Gan... "David Gandy? really?"

Her dad had the kind of voice that sounded like it came with shareholders. Across from me sat her younger brother Blaine, who looked like a discount Prince Charming and kept glancing at my rings like they might infect him. “So…” Mrs. Fontaine sipped her wine, “what exactly do you do, Jade Dominique?” “It’s JD,” I corrected gently. “I’m a tattoo artist. I own my own studio.” Her brows lifted. “How... colorful.” she drawled. I swallowed slowly. Mr. Fontaine cut in, swirling his drink. “How’s the crime rate in that business?”

"He had a tiger tattoo on his left hand. I saw it the moment he gripped the handlebars before speeding off. And there was something else—a necklace. A silver cross with a skull on it, and the skull had a tiny red diamond in each eye socket." Federico’s face tensed as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small sketch he had drawn. He unfolded it and held it up to her. "Did it look like this?" Antonia’s eyes widened. "Yes! Exactly like that! How did you—?" Federico smirked. "Well, in case you don’t know, your brother-in-law is a talented artist. Maybe I should’ve been a detective instead of working for Alessandro. Can’t let my talents go to waste."

“It’s okay. Don’t explain anymore. Just… can I beg you something?” Kai tilted his head, wary. “What is it?” “I need you to agree with your father’s plan. Not because it’s your father’s plan… but because I finally figured out where Jaden’s tattoo is from.” Kai’s eyes narrowed. “Where?” Martin’s voice dropped. “It’s from… the Yakuza. The Japanese mafia.”

“Okay, James.” He took another sip from his drink and placed the flute glass on the lounge chair. Then he took off his suit and carefully unbuttoned his shirt. Turning to look at me, he winked, and finally removed the shirt, revealing his broad, muscular features glazed with tattoos. I gulped down the drink in my throat as I stared at him. James was a handsome man, with all his features in place, it was hard not to have the urge to run my hands over him.

’ And, nothing has ever felt so good than having people there for you. "Do you notice anything about his appearance?" Gia asks, interested. "Well," I try to rack my brain, conjuring up the memory of his face, his face was covered with a cloak, so it was harder, but then I remember, "A tattoo, he had a tattoo of a raven bird on his wrist." "Wow. That's sick." Gia rolls her eyes. “So, where were we?” Chiara smiles, taking a muffin from the plate. Clearly, she doesn't want to talk about the man, it's making us all uncomfortable so I don't blame her.

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

Our eyes met, and Lorenzo was already sunk into the jacuzzi. His strong, defined torso rose above the foam and warm water. My eyes devoured his sexy tattoos, every flex of those hard muscles, following that trail down to his groin where the shadow of the biggest prize was already rising under the surface. “I’m glad you like what you’re about to eat,” he said shamelessly, in that wolfish tone that made my nipples tighten even more. He smiled sideways with that cocky ease I didn’t know he had, but he kept showing me more and more.

The asshole in charge murmured to her and she stilled again as Jimmy collected some ink and started the tattoo. Antonio Ferrantè It only took a few minutes and Jimmy was cleaned up and ready to go. “Just keep it covered and dry.” He instructed as Matteo opened the door and waved him out before following. Antonio walked around to her hip and stared at his name etched into Quinn’s skin. “è cosi bello il mio piccolo cannolo” Antonio breathed. (It’s so beautiful, my little Cannoli) Quinn strained her head up trying to see. “Please, sir…can I see it?”