Lock Shock And Barrel Tattoo Novels & Stories

On cue, men with weapons, with the same tattoos emerged from the shadows. My eyes widened when I realized what their tattoos means. It's an arrow and a sword depicted together with a gothic letter R in the middle. These men are rebels! "The master will love this. Let's bring them to our hideout. Take them to the wagon," one of the rebels ordered. "NO!" I shrieked and elbowed the man who was holding me on my left arm. He lost his grip on me as he fell to his knees. He was clutching his stomach while grunting in pain. I shifted my haze to Ayla and I saw how she tried to free herself from the men. She succeeded which made the rebels frantic and furious.

After that, he took a pill and then a bottle of medicine. He turned around and began to apply the treatment to his wounds. Clearly, he did not trust Darryl yet. 'Wait!' Darryl noticed a maroon color Wolfire totem tattoo on Kye's upper right arm despite the dim lighting. The tattoo method appeared to be quite unique. 'A Wolfire tattoo?' He was stunned. After spending a long time with the barbarians, he learned that male barbarians would tattoo the Wolfire on their arms to show their loyalty to the barbarians once they reached adulthood.

I feel the tears coming back. “It’s okay. We’ll find out what they know and if it’s true or not.” Theo hugs me tight and then lets go. “Tie up these men and take them to a holding cell. We need to find out what they know and who they are.” “Alpha, come look at this.” One of the warriors say. There is a black circle tattooed on both of their forearms. “What does that mean?” I ask. “Shadow Pack.” Theo says. I’ve never heard of this pack before.

They were a team and friends, no apologies needed. “I… I didn’t mean any offense either. I am just too pissed off seeing the state Jack is in” Tyrell joined in. “I am too but we don’t even know if this Pete fellow is involved” Ian nodded. “That reminds me” Shadow put down his tumbler “I noted a tattoo covering almost half of his lower back. Boss, its similar to the ones that David sketched earlier. It has a lot more details…but I can’t be sure as I didn’t pay much attention.”

I ask him to remember, so he knows my answer. A frown of concentration is on his handsome face. He would be considered the typical golden boy next door if it weren’t for the plethora of colorful tattoos on his body. My Lock Bear is gorgeous to me. Lock is creative, artistic, a perfectionist, kind-hearted, jaded but still caring, and a sweetheart. He might have trauma stemming from childhood abuse but is thriving now have to survive all of that. He is strong, inside and out. “You said you Carson could go to hell for telling you what to do,” he reminds me.

One big, happy family. Chase offered me a hand to help me stand and I in turn held my hand out to help Liam up. When his hand touched mine, I saw it. There in the exact same position on the exact same hand was a matching red barbed wire tattoo. I made a mental note to ask him about that when we were alone. A familiar burn plagued my throat and my stomach began to churn. "I don't suppose you have any more donated blood left, do you?" The question was directed at Liam. He nodded and disappeared from the room only to return moments later with what appeared to be a dark glass wine bottle in one hand and an amber colored glass in the other.

He allows the shirt to fall to the floor, and points to his clavicle. “This one hurt a lot,” he says, gesturing to the tiny wolf that sits there, “It’s symbolic of the pain of being apart from you and your wolf.” He unbuckles his belt, and slides his pants off. His body is full of tattoos, but I see he is showing me only some of them. He points to the bramble design on his upper thigh. “This symbolizes the night I gave you the bramble ring,” he says, “The night we both met and I knew that we would be together forever.”

“What is it?” I asked, a little nervous. “Darin used to mark his… girls. They will have a rose tattoo on their shoulder blade if they were part of what it was he was doing.” Jacob looked down at his feet and shifted uncomfortably. I’ve seen a few of those tattoos around but didn’t think much of it. “Thank you for telling me.” I said finally. Sherry nodded and her and Jacob walked out of our office. “What happens now?” Penny asked.

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

“You like them?” God, that smile. My knees actually shifted under the table. “Maybe,” I teased, though my voice wasn’t nearly as steady as I hoped. “They each mean something,” he said, rolling up his sleeve to show more. “This one" he tapped the wolf "is for loyalty. This one—" he pointed at a jagged line with fire etched into it "is for survival. "And this” He smirked, pulling the neckline of his shirt down slightly to reveal a tattoo near his collarbone. “is just for fun.”