Romans & histoires My Brothers Keeper Tattoo Forearm

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

She wanted to run away, to confess to Dorian and to fall into Kael all at once. But Dorian was right there, pouring wine. “Cassia, this is Kael,” Dorian said briskly, adjusting his cufflinks. “My charming half-brother.” Cassia’s lips parted, but no sound came out. “Madame Vale.” Kael greeted her, extending his hand. The accent was thick, just like she remembered. Cassia forced herself forward and their palms met. Once again, she was taken back to Miami, to his fingers inside her.

Not long after, a man ran into the box in a panic and said to the man with tattooed arms, "Boss, Brother Johann is here!" "Brother Johann? What Brother Johann?" The man with the tattooed arm asked in confusion. "Johann, Brother Johann," said the underling. Upon hearing Johann's name, the man with the tattoos trembled all over, and his pupils seemed to have experienced an earthquake. He said, "Brother... Brother Johann, why is he here?" "I don't know. You should go out and have a look," the younger brother said. The man with the tattoo arm wiped the sweat from his forehead and threatened Samuel, "Stay here. If you dare to mess around, I'll break your legs."

he choked out while his chest rattled. A few more gasps of air and his pupils dilated then fixed. I broke down in ugly sobs as I pulled him to my chest. He had been my unmarked mate and now he was no more. My brow furrowed at Jasper shrugging off his shirt and my eyes landed on the tattoo upon his tawny chest. It was the same as what Malrik had on his. Nathan inhaled sharply from behind me upon seeing it. “You are brothers?” He asked, causing me to choke in disbelief.

Karl gets up from the couch and stalks towards him, stopping to cross his arms and lean against the archway. “Nolan says his brother was a member of that gang, and it’s said that the design of their tattoos tells you what rank you were. Doesn’t seem like yours was all that big, I’m guessing you weren’t that big a member then,” he snorts. Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, wind

I promised my voice nearly making a whisper. He gave me a smile , his gaze softening. “Thank you so much” he said, he was so grateful from his voice I could tell. He turned to leave, then hesitated, glancing back at me. “Just…be careful, Liam. This world….is not what we think it is.Keep your guard up” As he moved towards the walkway to get the door, his sleeve pulled him back unexpectedly , revealing a glimpse of something tattooed on his left arm: a dark,uncommon strange symbol that looked vaguely Celtic, and utterly unsettling and weird.

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."

He looked at me briefly then back at my hand that was holding onto his. The biggest and clearer of the tattoos was on the back of his palm. It was drawn with dark ink that stood out on his well tanned dark hands. At first it looked like a sun rising in the horizon and glazing over a field with details of how it shines around it in tiny well drawn marks, I soon realized it was the sea the sun was rising on and not heaps in a field. "Solem Orientem Ghe Mari" I called out the foreign words written right under the tattoo of the sun and the sea. It sounded Latin or was it Italian?

Darius shot his brother a scathing look, but Draven didn't flinch. “What tattoo?” Darius pressed, his voice cold. I wiped off the tears hastily and cleared my throat as I forced myself to speak. I needed to save him. “They normally have a red bird tattoo. The man I saw had it, if he's one of them he would have the tattoo behind his ears,” I answered. Darius frowned and stared at his guards, giving them a curt nod. I watched as they searched my father, yanking his head to the side and pulling at his collar for any sign of a tattoo but there was nothing.

“So do you have the tattoos?” I can’t help from running my eyes over his chest. I’m not sure why I’m disappointed when he shakes his head. “I have many tattoos but they are all hidden. I need to maintain the bland businessman portrayal. They are also not in the old style of your body being your testimony of deeds. My father would not allow it—too easy for the Feds to take note, then try and pin crimes to us. So I have a lion of our name, the same as my brothers. As well as several I like.” A small, wicked smile. “I was surprised to find your tattoo. Although I guess I should not have been.”