Money Hustle Gambling Tattoos Novels & Stories

Chapter 1362 "My boss gave me a strict order. I have to get the money back! Or I'll be fired!" The man with a dragon tattoo rolled up his sleeves and roared gruffly. Another man with a tiger tattoo patted his thigh and cried miserably, “You just will be fired, but I’m going to disappear from Sapphire City if I don't get the money back..." "Hey, you guys are luckier than me. If I don't get the money back, my whole family will be cut up and fed to the sharks, so please pay the money back."

She walks in followed by a man in his thirties, bald head and a tattoo running down from the side of his face to his neck. I always wanted Tattoos but growing up my father never allowed it, even though we were the head of the Mafia family he was big on us not looking suspicious in any form. “Sir” he walks in intertwining his fingers between each other, his left hand carrying a tattoo that signifies the Silver Mafia cartel, a drawn tattoo of a silver bullet. “You may go, Maria,” I say to the maid, watching him leave closing the door behind her, leaving us in secrecy. “What's the update for the week?” I turn to him trying to tune into work mode but the thoughts of Isabella still taunt me.

Vermont responded with a serious face, "Absolutely not. Ask Marshall if you don't believe me. Let's see if I called him or not." With that, he glanced at Marshall, who looked at Carter with a puzzled expression. Carter chuckled and said in a low voice, "Vermont bet that he had a feeling you'd arrive in ten minutes. If you didn't, he'd give each of them ten thousand, but if you did, each of them would have to pay him ten thousand." Marshall said, "According to Article 303 of the Criminal Law, those who organize gambling activities or engage in gambling as a profession without permit in Hustuabourg shall be sentenced to imprisonment for less than three years and fined."

His body is immaculately ripped, with tattoos covering his entire right arm right up to his pectoral, his long blonde hair is hanging down over his shoulders, and his green eyes are the lightest shade I’ve ever seen. What is it about tattooed muscular men and me? Why do they have to be the type to get my nipples hard? Fuck. He sees the effect he has on me and chuckles. “Like what you see?” “Shut up,” I grumble, then take another sip of my wine. “So, you’re one of them, and yet you’re helping me out. Why is that?” He shrugs, leans against the bar counter, and orders a whiskey. “Let’s just say I like to gamble,” he says, downing the alcohol as soon as it arrives. “There hasn’t been fun in Vega

He reminded him, “By the way, Bro! The total cost for three masseuses is 1280 dollars. Don’t forget to settle the bill when you go downstairs.” Tyr was astonished. They only had the massage sessions for a few minutes, but the service charges were so expensive! The trio exited Madam Wisteria’s Palace and immediately proceeded to the underground gambling den in the next block. At this time, the place was buzzing with people. There were crowds gathered in front of each gambling table. The three looked at each other and said, “Do you guys know who Pop is?” “I don’t know him.” “How about we just call out his name. We’ll figure out who he is, right?”

A person who looked like a manager smiled politely at Martha and said, “Madam Yates, may I ask when do you plan to repay the money you’ve borrowed?” Martha had never experienced such a scenario before, so she stammered fearfully, “I… I’ll ask my son-in-law to pay it back. I need to go home and take care of my daughter now.” With that, she attempted to rush past them. However, the two tattooed men directly held Martha back. The manager took out Martha’s IOU and said, “Madam Yates, please take a good look at it. You’ve borrowed 100 million from my casino. If you don’t repay it by midnight tonight, the amount will be multiplied by ten!”

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

He looked so peaceful yet so… I couldn't get a name for it. I traced my fingers over his extravagant tattoos, most of which were a mixture of ravens, artistic guns and bleeding roses. Was he ex-military or mafia? Or both? Because if he was, that'd be cool. The man who chose to hide behind a mask and answer a quirky name — GunsAreCool. The man who gave me the best blowjob of my life.

What in the world? I see a small crowd of angry faces egging them on. Why isn’t anyone stopping this? A girl yells, “Kick the crap out of him, Gaston! Show the royal punk werewolves aren’t to be messed with!” The wind ruffles Sapphire Eyes’s short, glossy brown hair, making it look like he's doing one of those shampoo commercials that make you wish you had better hair. I notice a tattoo on his back: large, black tribal markings that zigzag across his shoulders and go down to the middle of his back in a complicated pattern. When he throws another hard blow, I whistle to get their attention. Andddd it’s ignored. I sigh and make my way toward them.

"Yeah, yeah, how many Eliot Lakes could there be? And besides, you could have just gone home. Nobody put a gun to your head and forced you to come with me." "And let you get the entire payday? Not bloody likely!" Rhys snorted. A bell jingled as Rusty pushed open the door and the pair entered the shop. The petite, black-haired woman behind the counter smiled. "Welcome to Kink Ink, gentlemen. What kind of ink did you have in mind?" "We're not actually in the market for a tattoo today, we were just looking for a little information," Rusty said, as a tall First Nation man pushed through the curtain leading to the back of the shop and stood beside the counter.