Romeo Lacoste Tattoo Novels & Stories

KIRA’S POV Coming out of the mansion, I spotted Romano leaning beside a black SUV, dressed in worn blue jeans and a black sleeveless vest that clung to his masculine frame. For the first time, I noticed the large spider web tattoo crawling from his neck down across his chest before vanishing beneath the fabric. My curiosity piqued, wondering just how far it extended—but I quickly pushed the thought aside. Spotting me, Romano pushed open the rear door for me, waited for me to climb in, slammed the door shut behind me, and slid behind the wheel.

Arabella cut him off. Her eyes rounded as she glimpsed the hesitation on his face. "Of course." He rasped. He pointed to a tattoo that was on the back of his arms, "This is the symbol of the De Luca family." She had seen the same symbol on Sandro's neck, even on her father's arm. It was that of a tiger and three dots, which were done in triangles. She didn't know the meaning, and she didn't think she'd like to know. Arabella took a staggering breath, "Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?"

The eyes of the wolf glow with white ink, glowing faintly under the overhead light. Scars…deep, long and old–slash through parts of it, like he earned both the ink and the pain layered underneath. I am staring too much and I force myself to look away. And immediately regret it. Because my eyes land on Nico. He's lifting weight, tattoos on full display, biceps bulging with each curl. His sweatpants ride low on his hips, teasing the dangerous V-line. His tattoo is sprawled across the left side of his chest, creeping down his ribs and disappearing into his pants. And another, a burning rose, thorns curling into flames that occupied his left arm and hand is rendered in dark, smoky ink.

Surely due to the voltage they shared the night before, which did not allow room for thoughts other than giving themselves to each other. Athena felt somewhat confused; that tattoo was surprisingly similar to the one she had behind her ear, the one of Leo, while Valentino's represented Scorpio. Why did he have a similar tattoo? Could they be coincidences? However, if they were, it would be a very strange coincidence.

“What are you talking about?” Instead of answering, she rolls up the sleeve of her shirt. My blood runs cold. A tattoo. The La Rosa crest stares back at me from her forearm. My father’s crest. “What the…” My voice falters as I step closer, inspecting it. But there’s something different about this one. Inside the rose crest, etched within the intricate design, is a single letter. An I. My breath catches in my throat. The La Rosa crest was reserved only for my father’s children. Every one of us had it, each tattooed with a letter corresponding to our names. Mine had a C for Cara. Agata had an A. Roberto, Alejandro, Massimo, Paulo Jr., Loretta…

I irritatingly mutter but he just presses his lips tightly to me. "You're not that talkative before" he mutters "Let me show you my tattoo" he whisper. I stop. So he's serious about getting undress first before I able to see his tattoo? "Eyes down here honey," he sexily utter "Here's my tattoo" I slowly look down and I saw him pointed the upper part of his waist. And there I saw his tattoo, a small crown with a written letter under it- Cosa Il Sovrano. The 'L' in the Cosa Il Sovrano was replaced by a knife. The font style is beautiful and it matches the font size.

“I haven’t forgotten that. Well, it hasn’t caused her any problems yet. Let’s leave it for now. If it appeared it could mean the moon goddess has blessed her.” “Blessed who?” the door suddenly opened and Mel came in. “We’re both talking about Lavana. Carmelia says there’s a tattoo at her back up to her neck. A wolf tattoo.” “Really?” Mel’s eyes widened in surprise. Both nodded. “What expression was the wolf making.” “You mean the wolf tattoo?” Rolandro asked and his friend nodded. “I think it had no expression but the eyes… were that of calm or indifference with a little threat in them.” “Should we ask her about it?” Mel asked.

My blood ran cold. That totem was identical to the unique mark on Rocco's chest, the one that represented our eternal Mate Bond. Only true mates received such a mark—a symbol of blended souls, a lifelong promise. And now, she had tattooed it onto her own skin. And Rocco had allowed it. I put down my phone and called the pack's tattoo artist. "Luna Caterina? It's so late. Is everything alright?" Samuel, the artist, sounded exhausted. "Samuel, I need to book an appointment for a tattoo removal."

This is despite the fact that he urged me to do so. Regarding Rivard Escallions, I believe that I have come across that name before, or I may have just seen it. What truly stood out to me about Jake was the tattoo that he has on the back of his neck. I immediately recognized the design.

“Alonzo saw me. And he… changed. Into a cheetah. A white cheetah. Then back. He walked toward me, and I couldn’t move. Couldn’t raise my gun. My body wouldn’t listen.” “Compelled,” Diego murmured. “Something like that. He whispered something in my ear. Then he was gone.” Leonardo’s eyes were distant. “Last I saw him.” Javier brought another beer. “On the house. For San Sebastian’s best liar.” Leonardo took it, then pulled a pen from his pocket. “He had a tattoo. Here.” He tapped his own chest. “A crest. Like a family symbol. And writing.” “What did it say?” Leonardo began to sketch on a napkin. The lines were shaky but clear. A crest—Diego’s crest—and beneath it, script in a language Diego h