Small Italian Mafia Tattoos Novels & Stories

From the burn marks on her skin, she was still alive when they marked her. “Is there any evidence that could put the mafia in this case?” I asked, gazing at Gutierrez right across from me. A con artist could mimic the Spanish mafia’s mark just to stir chaos in this town. Emiliano Alonso used the same MO back in his time, only he had A marked in the middle of that handprint. Sol is the name Andrya gave us. It makes me sick, the thought of someone reviving the nightmare the mafia brought to this town.

He cocked a brow “Well, all your men have one. All the men I’ve seen you around too, the mafia men, they all have one “ I shrugged Even the men at the club and the ball all had a tattoo or the other So it was quite surprising that Vitali who was a whole mafia boss didn’t even have a tiny one “Yeah. Sometimes, to get initiated, you need to get a kind of tattoo on specific parts of your body” he explained “Then why don’t you have one, weren’t you initiated?” I wondered “I was but that happened when I was young. It’s really complicated but I wasn’t initiated with a tattoo “ he tucked a strand one hair behind my ear “Okay so…” I started to say

Casper received a message from one of his men As a Mafia Don he's in charge of many things , they deal with the supply of weapons and also drugs. “ I'll be there in an hour.” Casper replied “ Who dares mess with me.” Casper said to himself he opened the secret safe in his office and collected his guns. When he arrived he Saw some of his men dead from gunshot while some were the opponents. He checked their body for any tattoos or symbols. Most Mafia have tattoos like the Russians . He has a tattoo on his lower back . Everyone has a tattoo based on their position. These people didn't have any meaning. They are from a private organization , Ryan's still acting secretly . Only three men died, th

The ones lined around and up his arms were normal. But the ones the crawled up to his back, shoulders and neck didn’t look ordinary. On the side of his back, crossing to his shoulder and a certain path that crawled up to his neck looked like a chained bird that got loose. That loose chain was the crawling one on his neck. “What does this tattoo mean?” I asked, hoping he’d answer me. Martil sighed, puffing smoke into the room. “It’s an Omertà.” “What’s that?” The name itself sounded strange.

Nickname: Pen, little girl, or tesoro Age: 20 yrs. Morello Mafia Household: AURELIO TONY ROCCO PAOLO ETHAN *Hacker DENZEL CALLISTO ALONZO *Traitor TITO *right-hand man in Miami VIC *bartender MARINO Blanco Mafia Household: FRANCISCO BLANCO *Isadora’s father and Alberto’s best friend, 40 yrs. GIULIA BLANCO *Isadora’s mother. DAVIDE SAUL *Traitor

He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

When Emilio dragged open the slit by her thigh, showing the beautiful tattoo that Xiomar had done for her, I realized too late that my brothers would want to keep this witness. I still wanted her dead. We had a simple rule. Kill everyone, no explanation. The Mafia is no joke, the smallest witness would lead to the destruction of our family. Finding out the sweet little girl we marked and the Russo bride were the same person was a punch to my gut. I had to kill her, yet I wanted to sink my cock between those red lips. She had grown. Matured. Her boobs were fuller, her eyes much brighter like they carried secrets of death and shadow. She was an Italian woman, born into this harsh world. Her fa

Something about them told me that they were dangerous, not to forget the Mafia tattoo on their neck. The Mafia was after me, I slowly backed away, remembering the fact that Xander's friend Ivan ran a Mafia cartel. I pretended to bring out my phone, "damn, I forgot to get the wine for Mum." I face-palmed myself, then walked away from the elevator, pretending to head to the drink shop.

he added. When he finally sat back alright, I turned to look at him, noting his chiseled jaws, his sculptured face and dark eyes. Then my eyes went to his neck where the tattoo was, it was nothing much, just an imprint of a skull, the symbol of him being a Mafia Boss. I could recall seeing that tattoo when I was young, that had scared the hell out of me. But after coming to know him and getting closer to him, I felt more at ease at seeing it.