Small Italian Mafia Tattoos Novels & Stories

I was wide-eyed and mouth agape. Guns? I began to feel unsafe and I staggered. From everything I had seen, Massimo could be part of a gang. A mafia gang. 'Don't conclude so fast, ' my subconscious mind said. Drugs and guns are enough justification for being a mafia. The tattoo on his right wrist was drawn largely on the wall of the storeroom. What kind of man is he? My chest heaved heavily as my breath was unsteady. How much more is there to him that I still have to know?

It looks just as bad; the head of the New York Mafia, bride snatched and insulted. "Right about time someone gets under your skin," a voice calls out. I didn't need to look up from my desk to know who it belongs to. My younger brother, Giulio Vito. He breezes into my office like he owns the damn place, smiling with his hands tucked in his pockets. Giulio looks as if he is dressed for a party. Suit, tie, glittery shoes; skull rings decorate the fingers on his right hand. Tattoos dance all the way to his fingers on the left hand. Flashy, flamboyant, a motherfucking show-off. An ugly cat tattoo that looks like it was drawn by a kid wraps around the left of his neck.

Douglas vowed. “I am counting on your words. Make sure you keep them!” Douglas nod his head at me and touch the tattoo on his shoulder. The tattoo which is the drawing of an axe with a small handle and letters XXX written under it is a sign that represents our Mafia organization. Every member and worker of our Mafia has the tattoo on either their right hand arm or the back of their neck or on the upper part of their back for those that don’t want the tattoo to be seen. By touching the tattoo, Douglas pledges his loyalty to the organization.

He asked as he breathed out his smoke. I take off my jacket and my shirt to show him my tattoo of the Criemsons. The tattoo shows a blood sword that encircles with vipers and roses that symbolizes our gang or mafia name. I swiveled to indicate my identity while his ladies gape at me like the last cupcake in a bakery they wanted to devour. "Holy mother of great mercy" He grinned. "Now can we converse interaction?" I asked before I put my clothes in and I know his kittens will groan for consuming clothes.

’ She demanded eyes flashing, and he smirked grabbing her wrist he pulled her tight to him, ‘Dio sei bellissima, un piccolo gatto di fuoco, quando sei arrabbiato i tuoi occhi diventano dorati, bella tigre’ [God you are beautiful, a little fire cat, when you are angry your eyes turn golden, pretty tigress] She struggled but his grip tightened and he pinned her to the wall kissing her, ‘No, no’ She tried to stop him but he was so strong easily forcing her lips apart and claiming her mouth making her body respond to his, breaking the kiss he stepped back releasing her, ‘I am Francesco, Alessandro is my younger brother and our Father is the Grand Don, Leader of the Italian Mafia in Chicago.’ Lis

:Wait before you answer, are you actually in the mafia” He smirked dangerously at me before pulling up his shirtsleeves to reveal a snake tattoo that ran up his arms with the head settling just on is shoulder “Yes grew up in Algreen cove and was raised in that life. My father was the head of the mafia gang that protected the city until he was betrayed by his brother, my uncle Romano who in turn is Dantes’s father” “Dante?”

“Between you and him, I’m starting to think you’re the bigger problem.” Kai smiled. “I might not be the bigger psycho. But I definitely want to teach him a lesson.” “Oh God,” Martin muttered. “This sounds like the start of a very bad love story.” Kai turned to him. “Actually, I need your help.” Martin groaned. “No.” “Tell me about the tattoo,” Kai said. “The Yakuza one.” Martin stiffened. Kai watched him carefully. “From what I know, they’re the Japanese mafia. But that’s the surface version. What are they really?”

As long as I remained on his good side, he wouldn’t hurt me. “He has ties to the mafia. Haven’t you seen the tattoos on his arms? Those are tied to the Italian Mafia, Rena. You can’t be oblivious to that.” No. Nero had a billion-dollar company. He wouldn’t need to lead that kind of life when he had all the money in the world. “He’s not part of the mafia. That’s not true. Those tattoos he has are just that—tattoos. It’s not that serious. He is a billionaire with a legitimate business.”

A smile paints onto my face as I answer. "Yes, I'm alive." I say, laughing into the phone. "I had to call and make sure." Kyla says, laughing back. "Did you make sure to get your tattoo the other day?" she asks. "Yeah, it's already healed up pretty well." I say feeling behind my ear. I had to get a tattoo of the mafia crest to signify my place in the mafia. Kyla did the same in the same place to let it be known that she mine and that she's the Queen. Once our children turn seventeen, they'll get one too, in the same place. Everyone else who isn't a Reed by blood has the same tattoo on their wrists. If it fades, we get it filled. Just a mark of loyalty is all.

ELENA POINT OF VIEW He looked at me shocked. His eyes widened correlating my assumption that he was sent by the one and only De Luca Fernando. "Your branding of the Italian mafia gave you away." I said unamused as I motioned to his chest his unspoken question of how I knew. The Italians were the only ones that brand their gang members. It was always the same symbol of death before betrayal written on their chest. "Now why did that bastard De Luca sent you to kill me?" I asked now losing my patience.