San Judas Tattoo Small Novels & Stories

Reiner explained. "So?" "According to the data obtained, everyone has the same tattoo." Reiner explained again. Reiner explained what he got. Morgan looked at the picture of the tattoo on Reiner's iPad clearly and then turned to Jonathan. Jonathan who understood immediately gave his explanation. "The snake with the skull head on it is an identifying mark of the rebel and Satanist groups in Country J. And they are all subordinates of the owner of the tattoo of a pair of snakes on the arm of someone who they believe is the boss of darkness." Jonathan explained.

Three characters, two letters. J&J. I look up at him. He frowns and pulls his hand from my grip. "I'll dm you my number," he says and walks away. My heart is pounding. What is that tattoo?

Until that little dare. They wanted me to get a real tattoo. Something small but edgy. A delicate crescent moon wrapped in thin, twisting vines, placed just above my right hip on my lower back. It would peek out under cropped tops and make me feel like I belonged. At least that’s what I kept telling myself on the drive over. The only problem was the artist. Jax—my stepbrother. Twenty-six, built like he bench-pressed motorcycles, covered in dark, aggressive ink that crawled up his arms and disappeared under the tight black t-shirts he always wore.

The man whimpered, blood running from his nose “I was just paid to drop it—” I straightened and looked at Mateo. “Show me.” Mateo nodded, then walked behind the man and yanked up his shirt. Scrawled between his shoulder blades was a black ink tattoo, crudely done but clear as day. “J.S.” Judas Stone. My fingers twitched at my sides. “You expect me to believe you have never met him, but you branded yourself with his initials?” “I didn’t know—” I clenched my fist and drove it into his gut.

“What’s this tattoo for?” Jase shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts. “Originally, it was a punishment when I was sixteen as a reminder that I was fifth in the crew. Now it signifies my team, the five men of Chaos. I think I might have Lachlan alter it to make it a six so that you’re included in that number,” Jase says thoughtfully. “You can’t add to it with every new member of the family, silly man,” I say merrily. He grabs my hand from his face and kisses my knuckles. “Sure I can. I have my personal tattoo artist, after all.” He smirks, looking over my shoulder at me.

If we were flying like that, it wouldn’t really matter. As I threw on a cute little dress that accentuated my girls, my Feisty tattoo caught my eye in the mirror. I held out my arm and ran my fingers over it. ~Sixteen Years Ago~ “I don’t know, are you really getting tattoos from someone out of their house? Is that even sanitary,” I snapped, smacking Corey’s chest. “It’s the guy though. Like he owns the Inked Rebel shop … he just is doing this for us as a favor. He’s a fan. He knows we’re all still mostly underage,” Jude said, trying to smooth it over.

A butterfly tattoo stood out on the left side of his left wrist. " A cup of Pina colada please." his seductive voice came out a bit low, his lips were shaped into a natural smirk. "Here." The bartender seemed a bit familiar with Lucas, they acknowledged each other with a nod. Lucas took a big gulp of the drink. A drop of liquid tried to escape the corner of his lips but he used his thick veiny masculine hands to wipe it, an eye catching bold silver ring on his index finger flashed from the lights gracing the corners and top of the bar.

And why had he survived when others hadn’t? The tattoos tried to hide them, but up close, there was no mistaking the damage. My gaze lingered on the snake tattoo that coiled around his ribs. And beneath it, a jagged scar, long and vicious, cutting through the tattoo like it had been made by something just as deadly. He saw me looking and my widened eyes betrayed the fear coursing through me, but something in his expression shifted. Judas smirked taking his pants off slowly looking larger than life. "You like what you see?" He tilted his head looking far more handsome than ever. Too bad his beauty could never justify his violent nature.

His tattoos, as far as the eyes could see, including some on his neck and chin, each told a story, were well done, hyper-realistic, and vibrant in color. "Hello, fefe," she greeted him with a shy smile. "Silas said he wanted to talk to me." "Sit down, kitten," he signaled to the chair in front of him. The glass table that separated them had the glass overlaid on top of thick wood, and there were several euro and dollar bills between the wood and the glass. He looked at an expensive cell phone and smiled. His very white teeth stood out against the colors of his tattoos, and his fangs were like those of vampires, thin and long, which maybe made his smile cruel. Jânio put the cellphone on the t

He pointed to his tattoos as he spoke. 'This is a tribute to Adrian," he said. He pointed at the tattoo that sat on the left side of his body just below his shoulder blade. It was the name Luca with a halo above it with angle wings on either side of it. Underneath it said, 'I am because you were'. "That's beautiful," I mumbled as I stood up and walked closer to him to get a closer look. "This is for Blade." On his arm was a dagger. The blade was cut in half and the word