Small Italian Mafia Tattoos Novels & Stories

All I know he's Isabella's best friend but rarely has anything to do with the Mafia. I look behind me to see Jayden looking at them as I can imagine what he's thinking. 'They are also part of the mafia?'. It's not like we come with a label on our foreheads that say 'hey, I'm part of the mafia kill me'. We all have the same tattoo on either our shoulder blades or biceps. Mine is on my shoulder blade. I pass them but the Italian stops me. "Why is he here? You can't bring outsiders and you know that." She says and I scoff.

I leaned away from him, taken back by his sudden 'touchiness'. "She's got one of them" A drunk Riley stumbled over to us with an impressed tone; This bitch was seriously going to tell him I had a man in the Mafia, does she want me killed?. "No-no I don't" I panicked, responding quickly. "Baby, if your man tries to hurt you, I will hurt him for you" Santiago slurred as he kissed my hand. I almost gagged but I refrained. I saw the mark of his Mafia, burned into the side of his neck; Burning the symbol onto your skin was a bit extreme for my taste.

I used the pier to remove his teeth and fingers, yet, he refused to talk. Provoked I brought out my pistol and shot him on the head. He bend his head, dead. Immediately, my eyes cut sight with a skull and an axe head tattoo on his neck. I recognize it to be the symbol of another mafia association. But I felt skeptical and doubt it since there's an existing treaty between the Italian famigliar and the suspected organization. I know I would get to the root of this matter anyway, though it just a matter of time. Standing up from the chair I turned to one of my men, "clean up this mess!" I ordered and walked into my regular room.

Declaring his sole loyalty to the Ricci Don. Every man under our rule has a tattoo of this kind or something else. It represents different things. Like his, which represents loyalty to Ricci. "Loyalty or death!" He places a hand over his chest, acknowledging the outlawed mafia code. "Loyalty or death!" I repeat in a more powerful tone, signifying my position as Capo. My eyes flicker back to the scene, and I feel anger pouring like acid into my bones. Hence,I inquire, "Is this Sergei's doing?"

“And today’s business was…mafia business?” “A bit of both, but I can’t say much about it for now,” I admit, then I point to my left shoulder. “The eight-pointed stars tattooed on my shoulders is a Bratva insignia. You’ll see most of my men with the same tattoo, although I’m the only one with the same stars tattooed on my knees.” She’s quiet for a few seconds as she seems to be thinking it over, then she lays back and sighs. “That indicates that you’re in a higher position?” she asks, and I nod. “Ah, okay.”

Yanked hard by her hair, I growled to let my men know, " Fucking Hell Mateo! She is from Russian Bravta. How the fuck they know about this?" Italian Mafia members had tattoos of lion heads. The same goes for Russian Bravta who used bird's tattoo with broken wings. The girl's face paled in no time. Before I could use more harsh treatment on her, she pulled out another gun from her own waist. Then..BAM.... She shot straight into her head, blood spurting out of her skill. My face hardened in defeat. She came all prepared from the beginning. Now that the news had slipped past the Russian Bravta, my position was at risk. My current team was no longer a secret place.

Romero shouted in shock. "He has the Romano's branding," I said to him. The Romano's one of the most ruthless mafias in Italy. They used to enjoy the luxury of being above everyone else until they decided to mess with me. They no longer hold the same power that they used to but they remain to be a threat. "What do you mean he has the Romano's branding? Dr. Silvano said she didn't find anything." Romero said, confused. "It was a scar, it looked like it was branded on him since he was a child. It was a scar that they used to brand their heirs." I said to Romero.

I felt as if I was working on autopilot, and it wasn’t until I was standing in the middle of Leonardo da Vinci-Fiumicino Airport that I came back to my senses. Suddenly as I was collecting my luggage, I saw some men in black looking around for something…. or someone. Now I may not be as involved in the mafia as the rest of my family, but I knew that the compass tattoo on the back of their necks meant that they were part of the Italian Mafia. I tried to quietly turn away and keep walking in the opposite direction, how the hell did they even know I was coming, assuming that they were here for me. Well, okay that’s a stupid question, gossip spreads as fast as a forest fire in the underworld, ev

I cleared my throat and asked, “How did you know he's connected to the mafia?” “Because he has the eagle tattoo, all the men under that mafia have that tattoo, it's how they recognize each other in the gang,” he explained, and I realized the guards had stopped moving. I looked back at the detective, and he pointed at a cell. A man whose face I couldn't recognize as it was covered in tattoos was lying on his back on the small prison bed. He had a huge scar on his face—the scar stretched to the eye too. “Get up! Someone is here to talk to you!” One of the guards told him and he looked at me, scanned me from head to toe, and maybe underestimated me because of my dress.

He nodded and I touched his hand. His hand was so big. Trust me, if he tells you that I was attacked by a shark you'd believe it. His hand had a lot of scars and I'm pretty sure this Datura Flower tattoo is covering a bad scar oh and it has a tiny text underneath… Co-sa No-stra. What's that? “Cosa Nostra. What does it mean?” I asked as I read the tiny text under the Datura Flower. “I'll have to kill you if I tell you.” Ha-ha. That's a Joke Right?