Steve O Knuckle Tattoo Novels & Stories

Danica replied, Rune turned and walked towards them, she folded her hands, Danica turned her back to Rune who snapped and the it unzipped itself, under the scary looking tattoo, there was it, the complex tattoo of a Kastor, it can’t be faked, Rune snapped again and the zipper closed up. “So if I betray Alpha Kaiden, I will have the scroll?” Danica nodded “I swear by the oath.” “Hmmm.” Rune hummed as she stretched out her hand, Danica’s joy knew no bound as she also stretched her hand to take Rune’s in an handshake, a gesture to seal their deal.

In this way, the coffee in the cup spilled out and poured on Nick's sleeve. "Ah!" Danica put down the cup in embarrassment and took out a tissue and handed it to Nick. "Unbutton your sleeve and wipe your arm... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it. Is it hot? Are you going to have your shirt dry-cleaned?" Nick shook his head. He unbuttoned his sleeve and rolled it up. All of a sudden, Danica stopped and her gaze fell on Nick's exposed arm. Her eyes were wide open and she felt cold. There was a tattoo on the crook of Nick's right arm. The tattoo was in the shape of a cross, not eye-catching, like a medal.

I swallowed hard. “Yes. The tattoo.” My fingers trembled against my lap. “Nathalia had the same one on her wrist. Smaller… but I’d seen it before. A couple of times, actually. Ever since we met.” Steffano nodded slowly before pulling out his phone. “I’m going to show you something,” he said carefully. “Tell me if this is the same tattoo.” He turned the screen toward me. A snake coiled around stacks of money. The second I saw it, my stomach dropped.

He motions towards my tears then to the tiny diamond ring lying on the napkin. "I'm okay," I slowly assure the stranger. My words do not sound believable. I turn away, wiping more tears from my cheeks. Thoughts of John enter my mind. His sandy blonde hair pulled into a man-bun on top and freshly shaven on the sides and back. Him shirtless as he loved others to witness the rewards of his hard work at the gym. Him proudly crossing his arms across his chest, drawing attention to the dragon with skull tattoo and full sleeves as he strides toward me. His washboard abs flexing, drawing attention to his low-riding jeans. With each step, his abdominal tattoo, ‘Take No Prisoners,’ flashing like a neo