Kevin Gates Face Tattoos Novels & Stories

Kevin replied courteously. After that, Kevin seemed to remember something and anxiously asked, "Mr. Jett, are there any pills from your sect that can reduce scarring?" "Yes. If you would like, I can get my disciples to send you those pills later," Richard said with a nod. Kevin clasped his hands together gratefully. "Thank you so much, Mr. Jett!" Richard hummed in acknowledgment. After that, one of Kevin's men walked in and whispered something to him. Kevin's expression twisted as he replied coldly, "So what if that arrogant bastard knows martial arts? It's not like we don't know anyone who does as well!"

I could feel his hands tighten on me even more, preventing me from moving. I began to look around me, hoping to get anyone's attention. However, we weren't on a busy street, and very few people walked past us. Plus, with the way his head was angled to any passerby's, it would just appear as two lovebirds making out in the corner. I turned my head to look back at him when I noticed a tattoo that ran along the base of his throat towards his ear. A cobra. "Did you really think you could mess with the Cobras and get away with it?" Kevin asked menacingly.

"Stop fucking touching me." "Okay," he murmured, showing me his palms in surrender. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I just want to know what happened that night, and why you screamed in pain when all I did was hug you. Did he do something to hurt you? You know that you can tell me, right?" I sighed, running my hand over my face. "Please leave me alone." Does he not see the tattoo on my rib? I started walking away again and instead of grabbing my arm, Kevin ran ahead and faced me-stopping me from going anywhere.

I requested. “Of course.” He took a few pictures with his phone and handed it to me, a picture of my reddish back gracing the screen. The ‘Harry’ tattoo was nowhere to be found. There were zinnia flowers quite alright, but just enough to create the perfect backdrop for the name ‘GAVIN’ written in bold block letters, even bolder than the previous tattoo had been. My wide smile disappeared.

His hard chest came into view and I ran my fingers down his torso. His arms and the whole of his torso were covered in tattoos. I had admitted to him the first time I let him fuck me that his tats were a turn-on. I stroked his chest and his abs gently as if I was handling a fragile object. Kevin bit his bottom lip and guided me towards the edge of the pool. He had me trapped between him and the wall now as he pushed his body against me.

I stood outside the studio for almost ten minutes before I found the courage to push the door open. My hands were shaking. The place looked clean and modern, with dark walls covered in beautiful tattoo designs. I had booked three sessions with Kai Voss, the famous artist who only took clients he found special. I never thought he would accept me. The bell above the door chimed softly. Kai stepped out from the back room. He was tall, with strong arms covered in colorful ink, messy dark hair, and sharp eyes that seemed to see everything. My heart beat faster.

He kept his gaze straight and said, “Open the gates. I want to go inside.” The voice sounded husky and familiar. It was Mr. Kevin’s voice. The security guard was suspicious. “May I know who you are?” “I’m Kevin’s twin sister.” The guard was speechless. “I’m here to look for Mr. Queen. Open the gates now.” The guard said, “Oh, okay.” He returned to his booth to open the gates for Kevin. He muttered softly, “Does Mr. Kevin have a twin sister? I’ve never heard of it. His twin sister sounds exactly like him.”

“Oh it’s beautiful you did a fantastic job. I’d hug you but I’m still tender.” Keegan had been able to take the pictures that I had of my parents and my Dad in his wolf form and had created a family portrait. He had placed my Dad’s wolf in the background with space for mine when we found out what she looks like. The tattoo was on my lower left abdomen. When I first saw the work that Keegan could do, I had spent the last couple of months nagging him through texts to do this when he was home for the winter break. Keegan went over with me what I needed to do in order keep it clean. If I had my wolf, it would have heeled almost instantly but that wasn’t the case. I was still going to heal faster

“Oh, never mind. It’s a hickey.” I bury my face in my hands, feeling as embarrassed as ever. I hear her faint chuckle as she exits the room. I wear my red cap and wrap the muffler around my neck. “Vans needs to hook up with someone. Anyone.” Kevin says behind me, pressing a kiss on my cheeks. “Maybe. Yes.” I shrug, trying to snap out of the trance of his lingering touch on my skin.

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!