Small Italian Mafia Tattoos Novels & Stories

Here, it was me who only attended to bring shame on the Silver Wolf Pack. " Oh my my! Why is the princess here alone?", a voice came from the opposite side, tearing my attention from the sky above. Glancing up at the way, I saw a blad headed man around thirty, getting his way towards me. He stood there with his hands in his pockets. The tattoos beneath his little ears were the proof of his Mafia Empire. I assumed that most of the Mafias were obsessed with tattoos. I gave him a questioning look. He chuckled, coming forward to introduce himself,

I screamed, “Hey!” Ricardo stood in front of me, wearing only pyjama pants, his chest bare. On his lift arm was the same tattoo all three of my foster brothers had—a hawk. It was the mark of their pure blood in the La Cosa Nostra. Every family in La Cosa Nostra had its own unique tattoo. He wrapped his arm around my neck and yanked my head down, pressing the crook of his arm against my skull. I tried to push him away and yelled, “Ricardo, stop! This is not funny.”

I started, "You along with Vladimir and some other men who are now dead, killed Elizabeth and Robert Romano. Am I right?" His eyes widened before he shook his head instantly. "I don't know where you heard that but that's not true!!" I shot him in his right arm, making him scream in pain. "Don't lie to me." I hissed before asking again, "Were you there or not?" "I w-w-as." He stuttered. "Do you know who killed Lewis, Logan and the others?" I asked, tilting my head to the side so that I could take a look at his tattoo, showing on his neck. It was a dragon tattoo, showing that he was part of the Russian Mafia.

Of course, whoever was with the woman probably needed somewhere nice to sit as it took a while with this sort of thing. “You and me both” she said, “but I gotta say some of those looked alright, we definitely haven’t found YOUR dress yet.” She wasn’t wrong, some of them had been decent enough, but none that really won me over. Exasperated I shook out my low ponytail, twisted my hair, and shoved it up into a sloppy bun on the top of my head. I heard a gasp and turned to see the saleslady staring at me. I realized, belatedly, that my tattoo was visible. In the mob, or mafia as it was typically called, we had distinguishing marks; one of the most frequent being strategically placed tattoos. Thi

“Not us. Not their usual admin. I’m still tracing the signature, but odds are good. You weren’t the only one interested in Lot Seventeen—or in her.” Damian’s gaze stays on the still. She looks like trouble in every way that matters. “Any luck on the tattoo?” he asks. Nolan swipes to a zoomed still of her wrist, red light washing over a faintly stylized **M**. “The closest match I can find is an old downtown crew insignia,” Nolan says. “Could be tied to one of the legacy families. Moretti, Marchetti, half a dozen others who played in the same mud back in the day.”

My eyes widen, panic rising in my throat as my sight darts back to Guillermo. I watch him reach into his pocket, drawing a lighter. With his other hand, he slips a ring off his finger with a large, ornate ‘S’ emblazoned on its surface. Oh, my God… Hearing the familiar flick, seeing the small flame burn as Guillermo brings it to the head of his ring, it dawns on me, sickeningly. I’ve seen that symbol before. I’ve overlooked it multiple times. Branded into the skin of the Saldívar Mafia’s inner circle, Frank, Rick, and the men holding me in place all wear it behind their ear, on their neck. It’s a mark of loyalty—of ownership.

It was a memory she wished she didn't have, a memory she didn't like to think about. Where was he going with this? "We don't know who made the regular payments. There's no trace of the money being wired or anything, and now that you claim that he has the tattoo— "I do not claim, I know." She interrupted, and Luca nodded in surrender. "—since he has the tattoo, I think it's someone from the Spanish mafia." She raised her brow, dubious. "How do you know?" "Only members of their mafia are allowed to tattoo the emblem—it seems your father is one of them, and Antonio knew about this; I'm guessing that was why he approached him, using gambling as a facade." He concluded.

She has no idea who she is dealing with. "Oh hey Cheska right?" I said, as if we'd met at the mall. I know she's the one who took pictures of me and posted them. I would really love to shave her hair. "W-who are you?" She asked, trying to calm herself down after her terrified expression. Playing brave I see. I removed my mask and looked at her with a smirk playing on my lips. Her eyes widened even more when she saw my tattoo. Something on her chest drew my attention: she had a tattoo of a mafia logo, layered V and S with flames in the background, Villa Samonte Mafia. Who would have guessed that this babe is a member of the mafia?

"You don't seem to be aware of this. But my Bella.. " "She's not yours" Aunt Sofia cut him off, but he ignores her. "My Bella was used as collateral for the death of one of our people when she was eight " What? "I don't believe you" Aunt Sofia whispers "I don't care about what you believe" he shrugs "One of Don Luciano's men killed my brother, to prevent war between the two Mafia, it was a life for a life " He continues keeping his eyes on me Wait, Mafia? "What Mafia? What is he talking about? What mafia????" somebody please answer me!

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