Steve O Knuckle Tattoo Novels & Stories

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

I sat down, rummaged my fingers through my hair, then took a deep breath before playing the footage once again. “Wait a minute” I rewind the video zooming in on the back of the man's palm where a distinctive tattoo was. “That's the tattoo of the vipers” he had the letter V imprinted boldly on the back of his palm and a snake coiled around the letter. “if I remember much about the viper, every member has the letter V tattooed on any part of their body but with different animals attached to it, creating a symbol of uniqueness in the gang” I spoke to myself with a hint of excitement in my voice. I finally have a lead, once I get this man and deal with him, my name will finally be cleared..

He said and flashed a badge, pulling it away too quickly. Then he cleared his throat. "So, how can I be of help to you, miss?" I finally heard the faint trace of his accent. He can't possibly be from around. But then I don't even know where I am. Where exactly is Oakville? Maybe this is how their accents sound in this part of the town. When he adjusted his arm again, the tattoo poked out, and alarm bells started ringing in my head. I'd finally recalled where I saw the tattoo. It was on Steve. He had the exact tattoo on his arm. Oh my god!

While this was happening, the rest of my posse joined us, and Char animatedly whispered what she had been witness to so far. "I've got a tattoo." His wicked smirk had my mind instantly going to the gutter. I remembered seeing a few the other night and had to wonder which he was going to reveal. Reached for the edge of his shirt, I swear I heard my female posse all swoon when he lifted it to show the simple wolf design curving over his left hip bone. The teasing sight of his delectable, toned skin made me want to see him fully undressed again and at the mercy of my sensual desires. Before I could make an idiot of myself, he dropped his shirt and checked that off. "She needs three phone number

Nicko replied. “Tch!” Steve looked away and then back at them both, stomping his wrist, but unfortunately Nicko’s grip was strong enough. “Let go of my cowardly hand!” Steve snapped. “I will let you go if you go back on your word and apologize!” Nicko exclaimed, pointing his index finger at Steve’s face. “Tch! Apologize to this old lady, as well as an outcast like you? Are you kidding me?” Steve, who was holding back the pain because Nicko tightened his grip sneered.

Shorter than his brother’s. He also has tattoos. Prominent and black. There’s a bold text I can’t read across his throat. There are symbols and gothic-style lettering around the rest of his neck, and small tatts trailing down his forearms and knuckles. I bet his chest is tatted, too.

His outfit was completed with sneakers that matched the colour of his jeans. I could see the ink that covered his right arm. It was from his wrist leading up to the length of his arm and disappearing under the sleeve of his shirt. I could make out some of the images. I saw a rose with a name scribbled on the stem, Jesus Christ with his hands clasped, and some teardrops flowing from his eyes. I never thought about tattoos being sexy, but looking at his, I got an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

“Well then I’m going to get a big ass neck tattoo!” He immediately started choking on his bite of lobster and had to spit it into his napkin. “What?!” “Yeah. I was thinking of getting an owl right here,” I told him, touching the base of my neck. “The eyes would be right here, and the wings would go over my breasts. It would have a shackle around its leg with the ball being my belly button. What do you think? Pretty awesome, right?” He downed another glass of wine. “Y-yeah. Pretty awesome.”

Once I stepped inside the door behind me closed. It was a large room with gym equipment all over the room but no one was there aside from one man standing in front of a metal table. Knox’s hair fell over his face and his skin was damp. I noticed the blood around his knuckles as he tried to cover them up with a white tap. “How long have you been here?” I asked. Knox had a massive tattoo of a wolf on his upper back and a paw print on the curve of his back. His muscles were strong and ripped. He turned around and faced me.

the general manager whispered, his face losing color. Steve leaned closer to the glass. “Pause right there.” The frame froze. Steve pointed to the man’s wrist, and the security head zoomed in, sharpening the paused image as much as the system allowed. Beneath the edge of the uniform sleeve, a small patch of dark ink came into focus. A tattoo. Tiny, obscured, but undeniably real.