Money Boog Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Who’d you terrorize today?" "Mr. Bradley," she answered casually, sipping the beer Donnie handed her. "Not the old man again!" Donnie groaned, shaking his head. As she sat, a man beside her caught her eye. He wore a wide-brimmed hat that covered most of his face, expensive snake-skin boots, and a silver cobra ring on his thumb. His hands looked too soft for hard work, and though his face was mostly hidden, his presence was commanding. "Hello!" Bisila snapped, trying to catch his attention.

As long as it wouldn't hurt anyone. I got Max's call after a few minutes. Walking away from the men who were mopping the floor, I took the call. “Any news?” “Yes, my alpha. The tattoo belonged to the men of the Scorpion Syndicate. That's their symbol mark. It's of a skull being pierced by an axe and an arrow prodding from its left eye. I can't be wrong about that.” “I see.”

“Run me a license plate.” “Sure, Boss. What's the plate number?” Giving him the plate number, Santiago confirms it belongs to the Mongrels. While driving his motorbike, he pulls a firearm and shoots at the tire as the van swerves off the road and tilts. Many mongrels, then he runs out of the van, and they spot Joshua. They are all full of tattoos and carry the number 27, blood, and flesh. He is walking up to him. Joshua off his helmet as his eyes darken of anger, making a first. Without saying a word, he shoots the guy in the head. He returns to his bike, pulls out a machine gun, and starts firing as the mongrels drop one by one to the ground. As Joshua realizes the building is in Mongrel te

I tried to look away but there was something that made my eyes go back to Nate's body, on his back he had a tattoo that covered all his skin, it was a tattoo of a wolf opening its jaws, it looked scary showing its fangs. -Ready-putting on a loose shirt. -I thought I saw a tattoo," I said, "I thought businessmen didn't like that kind of thing. What does it mean? -Well, the fact that I'm an entrepreneur doesn't mean that my young spirit died, on the contrary, I'm someone like anyone else, just a millionaire," he said. Once again I was not amused by his little jokes. -The meaning is that I identify myself with the wolf, for his tenacity, his power," he sat back in his chair.

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl

Because of the scarring, Tank had to go over that spot more than once. Now is the time for the big reveal. We start with Speed since she isn’t covered yet. Even Damon gets up “ Mind if I have a look?” he asks. Brick nods and Damon looks over. “ Damn, that is awesome. Merigold’s work?” he asks. Speed answers “ The one and only.” I take my phone out and take a picture so I can show Speed. Merigold did a great job on it. It is the Reckless Renegades seal. Inside the seal is a car like Frank with a white rabbit sitting on the hood. The handles of the guns look like they are made of bricks. At the top of the seal is a mirrored R and at the bottom says ‘Property of Brick and Gretchen’. All of us a

I tell him, leaning down and kissing his lips gently. "Now you no longer look like a drowning fish." He replies and I still glare at him for referring to me as a fish. He gives me apologetic eyes and moves back to the wardrobe to pick out his clothes in it and I follow, he reaches in to pick out his shirt and I see the large but beautiful tattoo of the word Rogue wrapped up in black wings on his back and my eyes trail down to the written words he had tattooed on the right side of his ribcage, the one he told me what it meant over a year ago.

Meanwhile, Bobby looks at my chest with fake, laughing sympathy. "You poor, broken bastard. If your wolf wants to die so badly tonight, my claws will make the kill quick for your soul!" I smile right at his tattooed chin, and faster than a striking viper, my left hand flies out and delivers a massive, open-paw slap straight across Bobby's face. CRACK! The explosive sound echoes like a thunderclap through the stone sanctuary as Bobby—standing tall at a massive 1.9 meters of heavy muscle—is spun a full 180 degrees through the air before his giant body crashes hard against the floor.

He had caught me checking him out! "It's time for dinner, come downstairs." He said and swerved to leave, his back faced me my eyes got a peek of a tattoo, it was the drawing of a scorpion and it was blue. I figures out it was a symbol of his mafia since it was The Blue scorpion. He stopped and veered around to face me.

Ben asked again, "Who is your boss?" Hill laughed, "Our boss is, of course, the 'Big boss' who controls this territory. He has a nickname in the underworld. Seeing how well you are doing, Brother, you should know, right?" The corner of Ben's eyebrow raised. He gave a signal to his bodyguard, who understood, grabbed Hill's arm, and pulled up his sleeve, revealing a crow-colored tattoo resembling wind-filled sails. I didn't feel anything about this tattoo. It was merely a guess that it should be the emblem of some organization.