Money Boog Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

The bouncer said after he knocks twice. "Let the bastard in!" He yelled with the blend of a fainted groan. "Let yourself feel comfortable mate" He opens the door and afterward he fled without ricocheting the whores beside their boss. The man is less than forty with a beard that matches the bush beneath the apple tree. He has the wings of a devil tattoo on his temple and upgraded skin that can transmit data or transact cash without using any devices to do so like the others. "Wait for me ladies" He pushes them slightly after caressing his finger on their buttocks and thigh.

Stone instructed Jacob. Jacob rolled up his shirt sleeve and revealed a tattoo of a roaring black bear on the inside of his arm, with the word "Black" beneath it. "You want me to get a tattoo like that?" May asked with widening eyes. "Yes," Stone replied. "Everyone who sees it will know that you belong to me and are protected by me. To harm someone with this bear tattoo means they're not respecting me. Not many people dare to do that in this town. This tattoo will protect you, May."

“So what you’re saying is I need to go to a shop and ask them to tattoo my ass. Great.” Knox’s eyes widen like saucers. “Tattoo your ass?” I nod, dead serious. “Want it to say Property of Little Birdie. Do. Not. Touch.” Glitch throws his head back and howls. “Holy fucking shit, you’re serious. You’re done. Hooked under her finger already.” “Got Ink here, he can do it,” King calls from the corner booth, and I spin to see the Cursed Kings still camped out like they own the lease.

But it still worked in situations like this. ‘Marquee?’ Is he one of the three rogue bosses in this city? I clearly remember the names of the rogue bosses here are Obsidian, Bado, and Art. But the men who took Lia are Obsidian’s men. They have diamond tattoos on their necks. Well, Mario’s neck has no diamond ink. “Where have you seen me?” I asked. “Boss… bossman has a picture of you in his office, and he’s been searching for you,” he murmured.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

He nudged the unconscious man, pushing him to his stomach and just as expected, a black moon tattoo was carved onto the skin of his neck. A Darkmooner “Blow the horn”

And that did the job, he snatched away the fake ID from me and walked away angrily. I noticed the tattooed man staring at me now while sipping his drink slowly, fuck! He’s so hot. He looked so manly in a suit which suggests that he is either a businessman or a body guard to some rich men. But on a second thought, body guards don’t wear such expensive accessories all over him. I can recognize his ring form here.

For a moment, Gu Mocheng thought his eyes had been mistaken, but the truth stared him right in the face: a tattoo on the back left side of her waist. It was not odd for girls to have tattoos, especially girls with strong personalities like her. However, the tattoo’s design was one he really did not wish to see. A red crane flower bloomed enchantingly at her waist. It glowed especially brightly--vivid and dazzling. Gu Mocheng was not unfamiliar with this tattoo. It could be said that he was very familiar with it. That was because people with these tattoos were his arch enemies.

I asked. Chip mumbled, "He's just a guy, you know, tall, dark..." "Think harder," Jalin kicked Chip on the butt. "Sorry, Sir! I remember now!" Chip whimpered and covered his butt. "He's got a scar on his forehead... And a tattoo! A tattoo shaped like an eagle on the back of his hand. He was wearing long sleeves, so I couldn't see it clearly. But when he handed the money to me, I saw it! It's definitely an eagle!"

'' They stayed silent for a while, each with their own thoughts as they tried to find out where and when they had seen that tattoo before. ''Bingo!'' Remus said. ''What have you got?'' Brett asked. ''Remember the oil rig i wanted to sell?'' Remus asked. ''Yes, I remember that. What's it got to do with this?'' Brett asked. He was getting more confused now and trying to find the connection between it and the strange tattoo. ''One of the men who came to the first bargaining had this same tattoo on this same exact spot.'' Remus said. Now, Brett understood everything. He couldn't deny the fact that there was surely a connection between it all. It was all there to see in plain sight.