Novel & Cerita John Wick Latin Tattoo

“But don’t come crying to me when you’re still sitting here days from now, staring at that tattoo and pretending it’s the biggest mystery in your life. You have the key to make your choice by getting laid.” Her presence receded as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving an ache in my chest that wasn’t entirely physical. The silence felt heavier now, the weight of her words pressing down on me. I stared at the tattoo again, my fingers trailing over it almost absently. The design twisted and curled, impossibly intricate, like something alive and untamed. It felt… ancient. Powerful. And yet I didn’t know what it meant in my mate bond with Lucien and Damon. Did it mean that I’m only mated to Lucien

His heart skipped a beat as his gaze landed on a distinct tattoo on one of the approaching men's arms. The tattoo showed the profile of a Holt's helmet, visor closed, exuding silent authority. Adorned with a laurel wreath and backed by crossed swords, it marked victory, readiness for battle, and strength. A roaring lion at the base signified unmatched power. This was no ordinary mark—it was the insignia of a Mafia King, a symbol feared in the criminal underworld. Recognizing its significance, the guard's voice wavered, "Drop your weapons!" His partner looked at him in confusion, "What the hell are you talking about?"

I missed the sensation of his lips on mine even if it was just for a second. His strong arms encircled my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck. I forgot all the initial sadness as I stood there quietly in his arms. My hands rolled his sleeve when I saw some letters and my eyes widened. The tattoo of 'J' was no longer only 'J' that meant Jessica. Now, it said and meant 'John.' I couldn't believe that he tattooed his father's name, the man I murdered. "Noah, w-what is this?" I asked dubiously, a lump forming in my throat.

"I can't promise that no harm will come your way but what I can promise is that I will ward off any danger, I promise." I looked at him with doubt and he chuckled. "One major thing a Mafia man prioritizes is his word and I won't break mine, especially when it comes to you." I was sitting at the edge of the bed, my eyes glued to his. "What's the meaning of that tattoo?" I asked, pointing to the one in Italian. "Alla Vita?" He said in a very deep Italian accent. " It means 'To live'." I looked at him confused, I thought the tattoo would have more meaning than that.

Proud to be. I smirk slightly, looking down at his cock again, it makes my wrist look fucking small. My eyes blaze as I peel his boxers off and the sight in front of me makes me lick my lips. He’s perfectly groomed, the tip of his cock a smooth rounded tip and it’s shining with a few drops of precum. He has a tattoo just over his pubic bone, to the right side, a simple word but it looks so fucking hot. ‘Loyalty.’

I put my hand on his neck to check for a pulse only to find it gone. I sigh. All this travel for nothing. “There is no pulse. Lets bag him for cremation. Nobody left behind.” Rob immediately gets to work and Chris helps where he can. Terry and Logan come back a few minutes after carrying another body. “Who is that?” I ask them. “This my good sister is the real Quinton. We can confirm this too. He has a ‘loyal to killian’ tattoo on his ass. Of all the places to place the tattoo, he chose his ass.” “What makes you sure that he is the real one and it is not the one that Rob and Chris are busy bagging?”

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.

he cleared his throat as he shook my hand with a radiant smile on his face. I glanced at the quote tattooed on his forearm 'The lord is my shepherd; I shall not want' "Hi.. pleasure meeting you Derick" I smiled back at him. Then I noticed a binary tattoo on his neck. He turned to converse with Jason. They seem to know each other pretty well. The way they smiled, laughed and made eye contact with each other tells they were happy to meet again. "Your girlfriend is pretty, nice choice bro" he teased Jason's arm.

"I am so happy. Although I hate that you'll be staying, I am just too happy to care." John's eyes were locked on Luke's, specifically on the spot where his neck met his left shoulder. He knew what was half-hidden under Luke's crew neck t-shirt. He saw what was now there, something like a tattoo, lighter than ink but nevertheless similar to something permanently etched. It depicted a bear and a wolf leaning into each other. And around it? What looked like a fresh bite mark?