Tate Langdon Skull Novels & Stories

“Did he ever tell you that? Before the Vipers and Skulls split, before all this bad blood…Tiger and I rode together. Drank together. Planned our futures together.” “He told me you were a snake,” Rylan said, his voice hard. “That you valued power over brotherhood. That you’d sell out anyone for the right price.” “He wasn’t wrong.” Marcus laughed, genuinely amused. “But that snake mentality is why I’m standing and he’s dead. Speaking of which…” He gestured, and two Skulls dragged something forward. A large object wrapped in a tarp, the shape horribly familiar. They unwrapped it. It was my father Tiger’s rotting , decomposing body. But still recognizable.

Michael said. "What goods? How is red skull connected to drugs?" I continued to pester them with more questions. "The red skull, we had some missing goods and they happened to kill the one of the people guarding it. The second one only caught glimpse of the killers tattoo, like a group initial, almost every non mafia clan has it," He explained. He was saying the truth but my guts were finding it hard to believe. But on the other side Damon would never lie to me. "What was inside the car? What goods was it?" I asked again and this time he glared at me with killer eyes. I fixed my gaze on him waiting for an answer. He moved closer to me, i moved back wards.

“Okay, Grandpa, I promise I’ll have you tucked in bed before midnight. Think you can last that long?” “I guarantee nothing, but I’ll try.” “That’s all I can ask. Now before I go, I have one more question for you?” “What’s that?” “Did they let you keep the skull?” Brad laughed. “No, the officer bagged it up and took it away.” “Damn, it would have been a great conversation piece to put on the mantel.” “You’re a sick man, Tobias Silver.” “Guilty, and that’s why you like me. Now I’m off to scare some tourists. Friday night?”

"I'm trying to get caught up here and you're daydreaming about your boyfriend." I cleared my throat. "Right, yes I think this was bigger than Angelo. Conor was able to do a little digging and it seems like the same people were tampering with our warehouses. The men at the house and one he captured a few days ago all had these tattoos." I showed them the paper I'd had printed out that bore a skull and crossbones. A snake broke through the top of the skull's head, its mouth open and tongue out as if it was hissing.

When I pushed open the heavy glass door of the Nightshade Tattoo Studio, the wind chime above it rang out in a crisp cascade of sound. Henry Kane sat on a tall stool behind the workstation, wearing a black mask as he lowered his head and sketched. The air-conditioning ran cold inside the shop, carrying a faint blend of disinfectant and sharp tobacco. It was an unmistakable scent that belonged only to him. At the sound, he did not even look up; only the pencil in his hand paused for a brief moment.

"You sure?” “Dead sure. One of them had a tattoo, same symbol that was on Massimo’s old private ring. The raven skull.” Her throat tightened. "He’s here amd alive,” she whispered. “He’s working from the shadows.” Matteo nodded. “And he’s building something.” Talana stood still for a long moment, staring into the fire burning low in the hearth. “Then so will I.”

Case’s entire body slackened noticeably, like that name meant something to him. Dirk stepped forward too. “Balto…as in the Skull King?” I’d never heard that title before. “The Skull what?” “Skull King.” Case had his arms crossed over his chest, but he dropped them at the revelation. “That Balto?” I raised an eyebrow. “You know him?” Case nodded. “Unfortunately. Does he wear a ring on his left hand, an image of a skull carved out of a flawless diamond?” Shit, they did know him. “Yes…”

She blushed as she rubbed his chest. He had the tattoo of skulls, like a cemetery on his body and a cross tattoo that had a snake wrapped around it with its tongue out. “Okay, enough of all these adoration. Do you remember we have to dispose him before he wakes up??” I snapped her out of whatever imaginations she was currently harbouring.

It was clearly a sore subject. His breath was deep now, his chest rising and falling slowly. Kate’s eyes traveled to his chest tattoo; a black and grey skull with a snake constricting it covering the majority of his left pectoral muscle. It continued across his shoulder and down his left bicep. She wondered if it had any significance, deciding to ask him when he awoke.

Cori “The women do not leave your sight,” Dax said to Skull for the fifth time. The poor man had no idea what he was walking into. Skull was somewhere in his forties with a beard full of white hair. His old lady was a hair stylist though Skull was bald like Duke and didn’t need her services. He’d stuck with Dax when Dax took over the club. I’d never mistaken the cuddly bear for anything other than what he was. Killers R Us would hire him.