Risk Taker Tattoo Novels & Stories

Behind the desk sat a massive man with a salt-and-pepper mustache and sunglasses. “Chance?” Matteo asked. “Alpha Matteo!” the man said, grinning. “Take a seat.” “We’ll stand,” Nickie said, his eyes locking on the man’s hand. On the back of the man’s hand was the tattoo. The serpent and the moon. “What’s the ink mean?” Nickie asked, his voice lethal. “It’s about renewal,” Chance said calmly. “The snake sheds its skin. The moon turns. Life through death. It’s the mark of the Velvet Syndicate.”

he offered. That was a genuine offer, something coming from excitement and disbelief. But I felt like I belonged here more than I belonged anywhere else, and I didn't want to risk standing out any more than I already did. It was important to me that everyone knew I wanted to belong here, and I would do whatever it took to prove I wanted to be one of them. "Would Ragnar do our tattoos?" I asked, already trying to think of what symbol might represent our love. "He can if you want him to. I imagine he'd be thrilled to do them for us," Fynn answered. A brilliant smile split his face, and I wondered if the sun ever shone as brightly.

As long as it wouldn't hurt anyone. I got Max's call after a few minutes. Walking away from the men who were mopping the floor, I took the call. “Any news?” “Yes, my alpha. The tattoo belonged to the men of the Scorpion Syndicate. That's their symbol mark. It's of a skull being pierced by an axe and an arrow prodding from its left eye. I can't be wrong about that.” “I see.”

Tam asked, staring at her blankly with an i know you look. “It’s a fat beta, his stomach looks like it’s going to burst open anytime soon, let’s help him clear everything out.” I said with a chuckle. “Oh my God I , he is a Beta meaning that place is going to be heavily guarded. Why do you want to put us at risk so badly?” Tam asked, pouting her lips. I looked less concerned about Tam’s opinion on the heist because no matter what I was told, I was still going through with it.

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

A lanky man stepped into view, with tattoos covering every inch of visible skin on his body. His face had the words Danger Zone tattooed under his eyes, with one word under each. If that wasn’t sign enough to turn around, I didn’t know what was. Looking up at Cyran, he didn’t say anything or show any sign of being uncomfortable. “Where is the video?” Cyran asked, without hesitation. “Is that any way to greet an old friend?” The guy countered while sizing Cyran up and down with a smirk on his face. “We were never friends.” Cyran sounded annoyed, but his face remained blank.

But the way Knives looked at me, you would think he just won the jackpot. “Sweetheart,” he groaned, his whiskey voice making me shiver in delight. “Your wish is my command...” He stood and, without hesitating, he took off his T-shirt. And for once, I didn’t look away, but instead, I took in everything he had to offer. His tattoos were gorgeous. Most of them were skulls, knives, and motorcycles, but I also liked the angles and the roses. They all melted together and perfectly led from one act to the next, telling the story of a boy who became an MC VP. And of course, the centerpiece was the snarling wolf and the moon, with the name of his club.

Jem runs a hand through his hair sighing as he watches her go. "Let's get this over with, shall we?" Mr. Rux claps his hands together breaking through the ice of awkwardness surrounding us. He steps up to my right side holding up two tattoo stencils of a howling wolf. One is plain, the outline of a wolf howling at a moon. The other looks the same but with more decorations. There's dotted line work surrounding the wolf and it's standing on shaded ground. It's actually really pretty. If it didn't stand for what it does it's a tattoo I would happily get. "Which one?" Mr. Rux asks pretending as if giving me this choice means I'm choosing to get the tattoo. "Neither." I deadpan making Mr. Rux sig

His cardigan was removed as the few top buttons wee open revealing his tornado tattoo. "What does this mean?" She asked she raised her fingers to touch but she couldn't find the courage. "This..." He grasped her fingers and made them graze his tattoo. Even the slightest touch melted her from insides as she gradually traced his tattoo while her hand was still in his when he explained. "...Kaz dared me to have a tattoo because I never liked them. So I decided to go with the decent one. It’s small." "You scared of needles?" Amairah chirped while glancing above at him with teasing eyes.