Money Hustle Gambling Tattoos Novels & Stories

” He grabbed my hands and led me to the carnival shooting booths handing me the small arrows to arm at the water ball. He goes first, and with five arrows he misses like a toddler losing a game. That motivates me to aim, win and give him the puppy plushie. If I didn't know Machado was a feared Mafia Boss, I'd argue with anyone who told me —-- because right now, he is jumping with excitement like a kid getting a prize. His joy disarms me like a toy gun shooting real bullets. His tattoos peak from his knuckles and arm—- two rings on his fingers, the index and pinkie, probably making his family rank. Skulls and bullets inked on his knuckles.

Tonight, Project BLACK EAGLE will fly, as I drink and smoke my way into DeBrassy's inner circle. Rolling my shoulders, I open my jacket, unbuttoning my collar to show off some of the tattoos I got when I was young and stupid. "Hazardous" is an identity I created as a teen to irritate my parents. I was such a spoiled little rich kid who was so desperate for love that I didn't care where it came from.

“They are mere thugs. They molest the public and extort others. We may be wild, but nobody ever achieved success in the underground mafia society being a saint.” As soon as he finishes those words, the gangster attacks me. He has a tattoo on his forehead and neck, “baby Yahoo” clearly written in italic with worn-out ink. He is chubby and clumsy in his attacks, but his moves are lethal and deadly. He throws punches as if he wants to overwhelm me with rush and adrenaline. The man they put in front of me is built like a wall. Bare chest, scars running across his skin, eyes filled with nothing but hunger for violence.

"That's the only reason I'm wasting my time here. Even if I was a hooker, I wouldn't want your patronage. You're not my type. You both look like sloppy criminals who can land in jail any moment from now. Henry raised a brow. His lust quickly dissipated. "That means you can strip for me, if I consider lending you my bike since you're delusional enough to think that a criminal could lend you one, and you'd be safe." Tattoo guy replied, his eyes greedily feasting on her cleavage. Her plan could work after all. She smirked at him. "Ride with me. I need to get to my place of work. Then you can have your bike."

I was impressed with the artists’ works. “We’re here because my cousin lost a bet, and we need a tattoo artist that won’t mind maybe tying him down and inking him against his will,” Kimi said. I rolled my eyes. Nobody could say my sister wasn’t honest. The woman chuckled. “It depends on what you want on them, and who they are. What was the bet?” “I kicked his ass at pool, so now he needs to get the words ‘Insan Sevenler’ inked across his chest,” she explained.

I chuckled and look up to see him, "Ok dude, ill accept it but what do you expect me to do with a gambling addict? They probably do drugs too." But he didn't laugh or feel offended at my sarcastic remark, instead, he replied to me with a smirk, " They got some uses don't worry, they may be a gambling addict but they are proficient at martial arts. They can do anything for money and that's the good thing. It's easy to manipulate these guys when all they crave is money to gamble. It's foolish really, for them to borrow money from us when they play at our casino. HAHAHA!"

Douglas vowed. “I am counting on your words. Make sure you keep them!” Douglas nod his head at me and touch the tattoo on his shoulder. The tattoo which is the drawing of an axe with a small handle and letters XXX written under it is a sign that represents our Mafia organization. Every member and worker of our Mafia has the tattoo on either their right hand arm or the back of their neck or on the upper part of their back for those that don’t want the tattoo to be seen. By touching the tattoo, Douglas pledges his loyalty to the organization.

Yippee for him. Currently two hulks are fighting, stripped to the waist. One covered in swirling dark tattoos right up to his bright green eyes. The other has his hair in a topknot like myself, except white blonde. The scars on his back are unavoidable. They are huge, muscular and lethal. I mentally pat myself on the back for such a clever idea. /We were right about recruiting from here. Wait until they’re all gathered for their payout and round them up/ Rush suggested. Then everything slowed. Pacing around the ring, taking down names and betting odds, seeing as I wanted to recruit winners not losers, I caught a scent of orange blossom. /She can’t be here!/ Rush cried /this isn’t safe!/

Here I am in my high-waisted swim bottoms with a flowy top that covers my body and I’m getting more attention from five smoking hot guys with their muscles and tattoos on show than any woman along the strip of private beaches. Lachlan, Arson, and Ransom are covered from neck to toe in tattoos. Ransom’s are black and gray where Lachlan is covered in color and Arson and Jase are between them with a mix of both. Jase only has tattoos on his upper body covered and Weston has just as few as I do. All the guys have C.H.A.O.S. and K.I.N.G.S. written across their knuckles. A valley ball rolls toward us. Five brazen girls jog over to us in their bikinis. “Hi. Sorry, we didn’t mean for the ball to fly

"Is she so busy selling all her fish?" Like a man frustrated by not knowing how someone was doing, Denis tried to call Marra's number but found it inactive. Denis chuckled. "Is she that busy, huh? Did her phone die because it ran out of battery, or did she purposely turn it off?" Denis remained seated behind his desk until the last client for today arrived. Denis had already calculated the time that could be spent carving tattoos on the bodies of men in their early thirties in front of Racher Art.