Romans & histoires Vinnie Hacker Back Tattoo

Three months later, I swung open the doors to our hideout. Black Viper paused polishing his gun as I walked in. "You've got some nerve coming back here." "Where else can I go?" I retorted with an icy laugh. "Bradley's got a hit out on me. I'm a marked man." He gave me a once-over, his eyes lingering on my gloved right hand. "Hand's out of commission?" "Completely." My eyes fell. "Can't even grip a paintbrush."

The man was unconscious, but a distinct, jagged tattoo was inked clearly across his right jawline a sleek, coiled viper swallowing its own tail. "Do you know him?" I whispered, the name of the syndicate or rival corporation lingering unspoken on the tip of my tongue. Dante went completely rigid. The cold, calculated composure that had carried him through the shootout fractured for a single, fleeting second, replaced by a look of dark, personal recognition. "Vance," Dante murmured, his voice dropping into a lethal whisper as he stared at the mark. "It's not a corporate rival. It's Viktor." "Viktor?" I echoed, a cold dread washing over me. "Who is Viktor?"

Ohh, round two? Oh, well. It wasn't. A quiet sigh of relief 'cause my pussy was really sore. He was carrying me to the table, his cock and my pussy subtly touching each other as he walked. When he placed my ass on the table, I gently unwound my hands from his shoulders. "Thank you," I murmured quietly. The sensation on my legs were coming back slowly. He only nodded before turning his back to get his t-shirt from the mannequin. I stare at his back in awe. This man had a large ass tattoo of the club's emblem drawn on his back...snake fangs on top of a skull. I remembered that his chest wasn't all covered in tats, he only had half inked.

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

They feel threatened enough to hire assassins and put millions of dollars on our heads, which has been ultimately fruitless. Until now. “That tattoo on the back of your neck is a dead giveaway to your true identity, rogue.” She kept her voice low but the venom in her words cannot be mistaken. My body stiffened. She was right. All elite warriors of the Black Moon Pack are given the same tattoo mark, but we were given freedom to choose where it’s going to be. I had it tattooed on the back of my neck, while Pixie had hers above her left breast. “Talk.” She growled, pressing the tip directly onto my forehead, making my wolf perk up in full alert.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

She added with a smile. "Let me see the pics you took?" Grumbled Jessica with her palms open. Vivana then turned handing her phone. She repeated looked keenly trying to understand but nothing was of proof. Turning on the lights, the brightness from the tattoo blinded and immediately Vivana managed to notice what it was. "That's the tattoo the guy... Franklin Moonlight had. Exactly the same though his was on the finger." Vivana certainly added. "Does it hurt?" "No. I don't feel it at all. Though I had a little back ache. I thought it came from the fight I got into today."

It kept repeating that he’s Vincent. They got inside the car, and she couldn’t come out of her thoughts. “Wipe your face,” Hector gave a towel noticing her hair and her face were slightly damp. She nodded and bought the cloth from his hands. “I didn’t know this is coming,” he smiled seeing the rain and removed a few of his shirt buttons as he felt so heated up by the humidity and unbuttoned his wrist buttons as they were damp. Slowly he rolled up his sleeves revealing his menacing dragon tattoo on his arm.

Leonardo said, excusing himself from the conversation. He made his way upstairs, moving quietly. Vince went back to his room and his door was slightly open. Leonardo could hear the soft clicking of keys. He peeked inside and saw Vince, hunched over his laptop, typing furiously. The “V” symbol on the screen caught his eye. Leonardo's heart sank as his brows furrowed—he recognized it from the hacking incident at Harrington Luxe. “I know that symbol,” Leonardo said, stepping into the room. Vince froze. His hands hovered over the keyboard, and he slowly turned around. His eyes widened for a second before his face settled into a defiant look.

So, I focused on the game, winning the next hand. Vincenzo gave me an appreciative nod before taking off his white shirt, revealing those scars and intricate tattoos. I couldn't help but let my eyes linger on the intricate artwork that adorned his skin. Each mark seemed to tell a story, and I found myself captivated by the mystery that surrounded him. The game pressed on, and I clinched another victory, earning a frustrated "Fuck!" from him. Returning the smug grin he had flashed earlier, he peeled off his slacks, leaving him in nothing but those tempting black boxer shorts.