Novel & Cerita John Wick Latin Tattoo

“If I did, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you.” He grins, leans in and kisses my lips and when he pulls away, his hand, fondle my left breast, making my legs go weak. “Most of my tattoos I used to cover up my scar so they don’t have any meaning, while others like the write up have a few meanings.” “What does this say, then?” I ask, my hand dropping to the part under his chest having a foreign language. “It’s not in English,” I add. He chuckles, plucking at my nipple in his hand. “It’s not.” he agrees, and eyes then drop to where my hand is, “It says whatever it takes. It’s in Latin, and that’s why you can’t read it.”

The boy nodded his head, appearing much more mature than he should have been. “Were you in prison?” Saint asked him as Jake pulled away from the gas station. “Why do you ask?” “You wiped your fingerprints from the door, and you don’t exactly look like a foot soldier.” The kid was observant. He’d expect nothing less given who his father was. Dominic Vittori was a dangerous man and his son was fucking hardcore for a little boy. “Yes, in prison they called me Wrath,” Jake said, and glanced over at Saint. “I like it.”

The coachman courageously continued when he saw that Matteo was under Adrian’s control, “Shaquille even called you ‘sir!’” Matteo broke down. However, he could not move, so he yelled as if he was crestfallen, "It's all slander! You can kill me, but you won’t ever tarnish my reputation!" Adrian chuckled. Matteo was just so stubborn. The tattoo on his chest was evidence. Everyone knew that the symbol of the Wolf Fangs was a wolf. Moreover, the wolf head tattoo on Matteo’s chest represented his status and position in the Wolf Fangs. As long as others saw it, they had to obey him unconditionally.

“Lorenzo, the bar….The weight's going to fall.” Lorenzo didn't move an inch, all he said was: “You wanted to lift weights and that's what you're going to do.” “Please,” I struggled. If I stayed here much longer, the weight would come falling and it'd land on my chest, then I'd be dead and a dead person can't get vengeance. “Loren—” His hands came under the bar and his forearms bracketed my entire field of vision, and the Latin text on the tattoo was right at eye level now, close enough to read.

When those people came closer, Lucia saw their appearance clearly, and a strong despair appeared on her frosty face. The five people in the lead were dressed in black, and each of them had a clear six-pointed star tattoo on the right cheek, which was the symbol of the Tattoo Organization. The leader was a tall, thin and gloomy middle-aged man. He had only one right eye, and his left eye was covered by a black eye patch. His name was One-Eyed Jack, and he was the leader of the Tattoo. Jack was just an alias, and no one knew his real name and background. He was currently the tenth prisoner on the Interpol wanted list.

“You got another tattoo??” Em didn’t like the way he said it. Quinn was covered in tattoos. He had a huge wolf on his shoulder, several arrows and symbols all over his arms and chest and neck. He had a huge tattoo on his back that reminded her of their town. It was a lake and a mountain surrounded by trees. She thought it was beautiful, even though she had never seen it up close.

The others backed up, mumbling under their breaths. Before he could so much as check if she was hurt, pain seared the inside of his left wrist. He cursed and watched in horror as black lines formed on his skin, burning as they merged into a...trinity knot. A symbol he recognized only because of his Irish heritage and the countless Galloway Wiccan documents he'd examined through the years. Slightly larger than a quarter, it branded him like a tattoo. Kaida cried out, grabbing her arm as the same pattern emerged in the same spot on her inner wrist. Breaths soughing, she sat up and glanced from the mark, to him, and back again. "Oh God. Did I...do that?"

John smiled at her warmly. “Oh John, help me call Mark. I have something important to tell him” she said excitedly with a weak body. “John, I think Mark is Jack’s real father” “I know it’s a long shot. But it’s worth to run a test” she thought she said her words properly. Harley’s blurred words were echoing in her mind. ‘Tattoo on lower abdomen’ ‘Jack of diamonds’ She has seen that tattoo before and she loved it. ‘Jackson. Son of Jack’

"Jach ki'imak in wool in wilikech. In kaaba'e Jericho." "What?" "Sorry. I was back home for a spell. I said, 'It's nice to meet you. My name is Jericho'," he says with a Spanish accent. "I've heard many languages, but don't recognize that one." "It's Yucatec Maya." "Okay, now I know your tattoos are Mayan. I couldn't tell if they were that, Aztec, or Incan." "I see you are a kaan lover," Jericho says pointing to the snake around my neck.

“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.”