Porco Rosso Tattoo Novels & Stories

Tha- He-' His mind was almost refusing to register what was in front of him. Braum slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Christopher his hand shaking, and mouth agap. Everyone followed his finger and jaws dropped. On Christopher's chest was a large tattoo of a Wolfs head with blood dripping from it's fangs. It was The crest of The Black Guard.

’ And, nothing has ever felt so good than having people there for you. "Do you notice anything about his appearance?" Gia asks, interested. "Well," I try to rack my brain, conjuring up the memory of his face, his face was covered with a cloak, so it was harder, but then I remember, "A tattoo, he had a tattoo of a raven bird on his wrist." "Wow. That's sick." Gia rolls her eyes. “So, where were we?” Chiara smiles, taking a muffin from the plate. Clearly, she doesn't want to talk about the man, it's making us all uncomfortable so I don't blame her.

Alpha Lorenzo muttered, placing his head on her stomach with his eyes shut. Tinsley stood numbed as he refuse to let her go and just as she bent her head down to stare at his face, she saw a —mark carved on his neck. "Wow! I love the tattoo on your neck mate." She complimented him. "Really?" Alpha Lorenzo smirks naughtily as he lifts his head from her stomach. “It's not actually a tattoo, it's like a family birthmark and every person in the Alpha Royal family has it.” “Wow!” Tinsely muttered.

Her mouth parted, but no words came out. She had almost forgotten about this. When Lorenzo asked her to choose a design before, she thought it was for her. Instead, he had tattooed the most complicated one on himself. It looked like the mark of a dark, obsessive love, elaborate and almost decadent. Within the black rose was her name, written in elegant script. He had tattooed her name in such a private place. As her fingers brushed lightly over it, Lorenzo caught her wrist. “Baby, don’t touch.”

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V. Danica placed her clothes on the footstool at the end of the bed and raised her hand to touch his arm, glancing at Lorenzo for permission. *********** *LORENZO* I held my breath as she traced the outline of my tattoo, her finger skirting across my skin, her light touch echoing through my body, toward my groin, and I suppressed a groan. “Did it hurt?” I grimaced. “I could endure the pain. Are you interested in getting one?”

I lay in his arms, eyes half-closed but not quite asleep. Marco's hand was on my back, and I had my arm over his chest. We were covered with just the duvet, too tired to care about clothes. "What’s your tattoo mean?" I asked, noticing his Roman numeral v-line tattoo on his chest. "II XXIX? Like 2 and 29? Does it mean something?" I looked up at him, hoping he’d tell me. Marco’s eyes opened, and I waited for him to explain, but after staring at me for a while, he grinned. I sat up, eager to hear him, and reached up to touch his cheek. But when I looked at him again, the grin was gone.

I replied, and then threw in a ‘no offense’. “I’m just curious, do you have any tattoos at all?” He was always fully clothed around me and considering the Spanish had a thing for tattoos, he must have at least one. “Sí.” It was almost a whisper. My eyes widened when he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his chest and gorgeous abs. A symbol of a blood red rose with an inscription across it in black ink stretched across his chest and abs. “La Rosa de Sangre.” I whispered. The Blood Rose. If I wasn’t mistaken, that was the name of his gang. I wanted to run my fingers across his upper body, trace the expertly done tattoo with my tongue and maybe pinch those pink nipples till he squirmed.

I tilted my head to the entrance, hoping to see the moron walking in, but he was nowhere to be seen. "I love your tattoo." Paolo pointed at my neck tattoo. "Scorpion." "A red scorpion." "Inked by an expert." He cared to add before attending to another VIP customer. I gazed at the guy getting attended and to my bad or good luck, our eyes met. He flashed a smile and I quickly looked away. It took me a few seconds to realize that I kinda saw a familiar face. That's when I shot my gaze back to the lady seated next to the guy, Sofia, the daughter of Lazza.

It's simple, yet, captivating. It features the Italian flag in colour, a black and white rose, rosary beads entwine with the stem and thorns, and the Esposito name is carved into the rose's shaded knuckle busters that rest beneath the rose with a single petal beside it. "I'm going to cut this from your body," I tap the scalpel against his tattoo, "And I'm going to keep it as a souvenir in my husband's family home." I sneer with a wicked smile playing on my lips.