Kevin Gates Face Tattoos Novels & Stories

"Distinct traits?" Flora murmured, looking up. "In my opinion, the only difference between the two of them is their hairstyle." Of course, she didn't look at Kevin seriously. How could she dare to stare so boldly at a man? There was one more difference though, Kevin's personality fell perfectly between Maxwell and Oliver. Elegant with a hint of wickedness, his handsome face would alternate between cold and gentle, unpredictable! "Oh, by the way," Flora suddenly remembered something and looked up. "That bandit has a large dragon tattoo on his back with a terrifying mouth wide open. But... how can we see if Kevin has a tattoo on his back?" Her voice trailed off, expressing some helplessness.

“Is it just me, or are you a completely different person from the one I saw yesterday? Where’s the new attitude coming from? Kevin only smiled. Behind that smile—Natasha knew—was a story just waiting to be told. “Well, since our first meeting didn’t go so well, let’s start all over again.” He stretched his hand towards her for a handshake. “My name is Kevin Logan, really nice meeting you.” She snorted at the gesture—a smile on her face, and took his hand. “Natasha Martinez.” The smile on her lips vanished when her eyes fleetingly caught something on Kevin’s face. She cupped her hands around his jaw and gently caressed his face—inspecting it. “The cuts and bruises—” Wrinkles creased her brows

"I'm going to take a shower. Make sure you clean up after eating." "What do you mean? Don't you want to eat? I cooked all this for you myself," Blake said as Kevin entered the room. He closed the door, removed his jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt. Unexpectedly, the door swung open instantly. Blake was startled at the sight of Kevin covered in scars. "You..." Some of the scars on Kevin's body were from knife wounds, densely packed and impossible to count. There were also marks on his back, close to his heart, seemingly from gunshot wounds.

The man came over and kicked away the tattooed man on the ground. The tattooed man was completely at a loss. He did not know how to fight back. However, Kevin, who had caught up with the tattooed man was still sober. He said furiously, "who are you? You actually dare to behave audaciously in my territory. Believe it or not, you won't be able to leave... Ah!" Before Kelvin could finish what he wanted to say, he had been kicked in the knee by Sean, who came late. Kevin was in so much pain that he grimaced.

David said next to me. I looked at him in surprise. "What's happening?" He shook his head. “Love… this probably won't work.” He climbed in, stepping up close behind me and pointing to my side. I looked down and found out that there is no lining under the lace and because of that my tattoo is visible. These were flowers that were mostly located on one half of the ass, but also reached a little on the thigh and up to the pelvic bone. David frowned at the sight. “That would drive parents crazy, Tate. Certainly not these."

But if I'm inside his body, maybe I can be strong too. "Make way for the great Vad Wagner," the tattooed guy said. We were in front of the gigantic gate. The guards opened the gate and positioned for a salute. What a surprise. Looks like Wagner has a lot of fans here. "Can we have a handshake from him?" one guard said. "Sure," the tattooed guy said. They lined up in front of me and shook my hand. I don't know what to feel. Should I let him die like this? "You're crazy. Boss won't be glad to see this," the scarred guy said.

Before I could be dismissed or Yaru could move on to another part of the ceremony, Kevin appeared. With him was a man I didn't recognise. Everyone turned, surprised. “Keaton sends his regards and a small gift in honour of tomorrow,” the man said, coming forward unintroduced. As he did, I noticed the case he was carrying. It was familiar, very familiar. Both sets of body paint I already owned had come inside similar, although slightly smaller cases. The rest of the room was almost deathly silent, Yaru's mouth hanging open as the visitor confirmed my educated guess and opened up the case. Inside were refills of the main colours, every single one.

Leaving us in front of the entrance and passing the black card to two bulky guards, she took her leave after a few small talks with them in a low whisper. One of them asked Keir in a formal tone while stamping a symbol of the crescent moon, wrapped by a creep, “Good evening, Sir. We are having a discount on sex slaves tonight. Would you like to hire one of them?” The other guard already started stamping that same symbol on my wrist. My face wrinkled a bit in a sharp and tiny pain and the tattoo was done. “No, I have my partner.” The guard insisted, “We have the best and skilled females for your service tonight. Don't you really want anyone to join you?”

“Kevin, you don’t appreciate the blessed life you have. Countless people want to be born into a rich family, but you seem to dislike it. Make sure those who hate the rich don’t hear you. If not, you might be beaten up.” “Haha, I’m just telling the truth…” As Kevin spoke, the smile on his face suddenly froze and his eyes stared straight at the direction of the door... When Alex followed Kevin’s gaze, he found Gerald Xavier, accompanied by Jared Xavier and their bodyguards, briskly walking towards them...

This time, I'll take on that bastard with all my strength. After making Kevin a cup of chocolate milk, I took a shower. In the bathroom, I took a closer look at my body. Oh my God, Jack made it sweet. There were three red marks decorating my neck and chest. This cannot be allowed. I have to hide it from Kevin as much as possible if I want my life to be saved. Towards noon, Kevin left again without saying goodbye. I watched him from inside my boutique which is located next to my house.