Porco Rosso Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Of course we're loyal to each other. Marco is the best. Have you seen what he did for me?" She rolled up Marco's sleeve, proudly displaying the tattoo on his arm. It was an intricate totem, the symbol of the Landini family's authority. My stomach lurched. That very spot on his arm used to hold a tattooed "R," for Rossi. For Isabella, he had covered it, erasing me completely. "Isn't it beautiful?" she gushed. "It means we'll be together forever. He's the best man in the world." Marco beamed, pulling her closer and kissing her on the cheek.

He nodded and I touched his hand. His hand was so big. Trust me, if he tells you that I was attacked by a shark you'd believe it. His hand had a lot of scars and I'm pretty sure this Datura Flower tattoo is covering a bad scar oh and it has a tiny text underneath… Co-sa No-stra. What's that? “Cosa Nostra. What does it mean?” I asked as I read the tiny text under the Datura Flower. “I'll have to kill you if I tell you.” Ha-ha. That's a Joke Right?

The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts. My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.

“Dash I have something to say first. I never really thought I’d see you here. Or soon. When I was following Manny, I wasn’t sure of anything. But since you’re here, there is something I must tell you.” I wanted to tell him Kelvin isn’t a bad person and he didn’t mean anything. He shouldn’t press charges against Kelvin. He scoffed stepoing down from the bed and threw a sleeve on, leaving it unbuttoned. Okay that was a total badie move! And… the tattoo on his chest, seems like it went all the way to the back. It was the drawing of… “Rosario.” He called snapping me out of my thoughts. I took my eyes off his body to his face. He sat down.

he says, his gaze intense. “Really? Where?” He takes another glance at the drawing and looks up at me again. “The first Signora used to have something like this tattooed on her arm. Here.” He points at his upper arm. “But hers, the stick is more curvy, like a snake.” Vittoria had this tattooed too? Last night Marciano said he suspects some family has allied with the Russian Bratva, but what if it’s Vittoria’s family all along trying to get revenge for their daughter?

She nods her head in fear and continues teaching not daring to ask further questions. The serpent rose tattoo on my wrist holds alot of power... after what happened at my first school, I met a guy named Dante. He helped me and we became best friends in no time, I later found out he is the boss of the Spanish mafia and I needed money, so he helped me train and turned me into the best fighter. I street fighted for a bit and became known as black rose, the undefeated. No one knows how "black rose" looks like they only know about the tattoo on her wrist, which is why mrs. Red got scared after I showed her my tattoo.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

At least he had a shirt on that day. Then something caught my eye. On his left pec, near his heart, there was now a tattoo. Unconsciously I stepped forward so I could get a closer, better look at the newly designed tattoo. It was the name 'Baby B' in cursive italics. Under the name were two red roses in the form of an 'x'. My fingers were itching to touch the newly done tattoo but I knew better.

I need every calorie for the twins. "Why are you helping me?" I ask him. It’s a question I should have asked in the hold. Salvatore pulls up his sleeve. On his forearm: a tattoo of a rose entwined with a dagger. The Rossi family crest. "Your father pulled me out of a Torrino execution pit in ’98. I owe him a life. You’re the last payment." He leaves the gun magazine on the nightstand. "Learn to reload without looking. You’ll need both hands free soon enough."

They certainly deserved it after the nightmares they had been through. Macario and I stood up and started from Jackson down the line. I asked them where they wanted it because it would essentially become a tattoo. They needed to be sure they were okay with the placement. Jackson and Lilli wanted it over their hearts. Dent and Pati wanted it on their inner wrists. The girls both wanted it on the left shoulder blades. Macario grabbed my hand and had me focus on the power that I could feel coming from him. I gathered it up and pushed it out towards them. Each of their sigils glowed with a brilliant white light before turning into black tattoos. It worked. It fucking worked.