Morgan Brennan Tattoo Novels & Stories

Leo was able to gun the Ferrari and leave the pissed off man far behind in the dust as he blew through a yellow light. “I’m sorry Leo! I didn’t mean to nearly get us killed. But I know who took Grayson,” repeated Amber. Leo had a white knuckled grip on the wheel but spared her a quick glance. “Who? And how?” “Everyone initiated into the psycho gang gets a white rabbit tattooed on their wrist. My father has one. The kidnapper has one Leo, look.” Amber flashed her watch screen briefly in front of Leo’s line of vision, though careful to avoid another near car wreck. He swallowed hard.

Or I did not care that much to ask about it. “This is very unusual. I wonder if Tatiana knows anything about this type of tattoo. Or whatever this is.” His fingers move to the mark he put on me—a mark of love and commitment. “It is almost healed. Same as mine.” I look at it—it is placed next to the Crown of Fire. Suddenly, I realize something. “Wasn’t it supposed to be on the other shoulder?” “It’s the left one in Avalon.” “Strange.” Caleb is about to tell me about what happened to him after he was taken by the feral rogue when something strange makes us stare at each other. Something that I did not expect. I never thought it would be possible. Not for me, at least.

Grayson and I are now laying on the floor both naked and satisfied. None of us are speaking,we are just enjoying the comfortable silence between us. We are both lost in our thoughts,I wonder what he was thinking about. My hands begins to trace the tattoo's on his chest. There is a new one and my heart almost stops beating when I read the inscriptions. Grayson & Bryanna forever. Our bodies may depart but our souls will forever remain together. It is beautifully designed with roses around it,just above his children's name.

But just as I raised my hand to knock on the bathroom door again, I caught sight of him through the gap between the door and the frame. The sight made me freeze. Because there was a tattoo on his right shoulder that I recognized. It was the symbol for the surname “Stone” — a name and tattoo that my parents had warned me to stay away from. Because it was the mark of one of the most ruthless and dangerous members of the underground pack of mafia — Maverick Death. Needless to say, I left without finding my cell phone — and without caring whether he heard me leave or not. ***** “You've got to be kidding me.”

"Fuck." I stared at Ronan, really looking at him for the first time. His shirt had ridden up during the fight, and there on his forearm was a tattoo I'd never noticed before. Dark ink forming symbols I recognized from a mile away. The brotherhood of Fir Tattoo. The same type Darragh had etched. The hallway tilted. My stomach lurched, and I barely made it to the nearest trash can before everything came up. The sound echoed off the walls, sharp and wet and humiliating.

He was alone this time. "I know you must be wondering how your tattoo disappeared all of a sudden. I remember I told you it's not just a tattoo, it's a magical one. It can hear, see and talk when angry. And I also remember I told you I won't let any harm come to you but it's like you never trusted me. I saw how your mom was heartbroken after seeing your tattoo and then guessed she might tell your dad about it and bring trouble to you. You are my best friend, protecting you is my pleasure. So now wake up and have a physical look at me. Find me in your washroom if you really want to see me."

A fresh tattoo right over his heart was a beautiful black rose, its petals shaded, with script woven into the stem. “Anita” My breath caught at once beneath the rose, smaller and more intimate, were the initials “S.M.” my full name, Skylar Morgan, hidden like a secret only he would understand. “You… you got a tattoo of me?” I whispered, stunned. He pulled me closer until I was practically sitting on his lap, his arms wrapping around my waist. “I hate pain,” he grumbled, voice rough. “But I wanted something permanent. Something that hurts every time I look at it… just like you do to me.”

She could never have imagined that the brushes in front of her had been intended for guests. When the fog faded from the mirror, she opened her eyes and swore at her reflection. She could see the red and purple marks of the hickeys he had given her on her chest and neck. Then she put a trembling hand at the base of her neck. A kind of black tattoo had taken shape there. Three parts stood out. At the top stands the head of a black wolf baring its fangs. Then, behind the head of the animal, a crescent moon was drawn. And finally, just under the wolf's mouth, two elegantly intertwined letters: M.B.

Marche rants on. "What did the tattoos look like?" Noel asks. Harken has many tattoos, and she has never had the chance to see all of them at full view, his clothing always obstructing them, and she doesn't ever wish to seem him naked or even shirtless in front of her. She isn't sure if her eyes and heart could handle it. Some tribal tattoo, it had the symbol of a wolf, I assumed it was a sport reference to Arizona. I never got a good look at it, my son mentioned it to me, it's how they identified their members."

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