Vinnie Hacker Back Tattoo Novels & Stories

I approached their weak-ass leader and pulled him by the collar. "Remember my face and this tattoo you dummy, cause this day forward I will be your master. You and your useless gangmates will be my slave. You understand?" I said, looking hard at him. I grabbed his jaw and took a dagger that I always hid inside my boots. I carved a letter 'V' on his face. It stands for Violet. I tap the wound I made. "Aarrgghh!" He cried out in pain. Oh, my, my. Music to my ears.

Before anyone could react, he grabbed Dante’s left arm and yanked up the sleeve. “Vincent, what are you doing?” Francesca cried out. Dante struggled, but in his condition, he was no match for Vincent. The black, double-headed eagle tattoo was exposed for everyone to see. “What is this?” Vincent’s voice was ice. “Dante, you’re going to tell me where you got this Russian mob tattoo.” A collective gasp went through the crowd. Francesca’s eyes widened in horror as she stared at the ink on her grandson’s arm.

Holding the phone to his face, I said, “What do you have to say?” His brow creased slightly. “Helena,” he called her name in a beastly growl, his gaze fixed back to mine before he pulled his collar down slightly, showing me the viper tattoo on his left neck. “The guy in the pictures doesn’t have this. The fuck did you not notice?” His voice was hard as he tossed the phone back to me. I caught it and stared at the picture. He was right—the man didn’t have the viper tattoo on the left part of his neck.

'I suppose this means I won't be at your wedding tomorrow. 'No. Unfortunately not. I’ll organise to have it live- streamed for you.' 'Nolan, did you get a good look at the guy who shot you?' I ask. 'Yeah. He looked like a mean bastard. Big, bulky, with dirty, scruffy hair, dark eyes and his neck was covered by a tattoo of a black web.' I look at Ace, terrified. 'Who is it?' Ace asks. 'Venom.' 'He was Red Back's second in command. Wasn't he?' Ace asks. I nod, and call Viper.

Steve said making the motions of knighting an invisible kneeling man with a sword. “You don’t understand,” Cara said. She was sitting on the edge of the recliner making wild hand gestures as she spoke. She was manic and Steve could tell. “Now I get it,” Steve said. “Get what?” Cara asked. “That tattoo on your back. The one over your butt crack.” “What do you mean?” “It’s a picture of Jack the ripper, with fangs. Now I get the connection.” “The tattoo shop didn’t have a vampire dressed like Jack the ripper so I had them put fangs on what they had.”

He got up after me, arranging his dick in his pants openly, before turning around a bit with a groan, while ruffling the hair on his head. I could not help but be carried away by the tattoo on his back. It was not too big, but at the same time it was not small. It was all black ink.. an unrecognizable drawing and a few writings in italics. It was never there while we were married. What had driven him to do this? Vincent was not someone who would simply get something out of impulse. He always had a reason for doing things—especially something like this. Since when was he a fan of tattoos?

It was so fucking frustrating! “I need answers,” I said, and three sets of jaws clenched shut. “Fine. Then go fuck yourselves.” I stood and headed for the door. I’d given them an out. If they got killed now, it was their own damn fault. I reached for the doorknob and paused, staring at my hand. The tattoo. I turned around. If they insisted on trying to protect me, they would need all the help they could get. Lifting my hand, I pointed to the spot between my thumb and forefinger. “The guy last night had a tattoo right here. It was all black ink. A stylized V with an ouroboros around it. I’ve never seen it before. I’m not sure—”

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

He even had a portrait of the Devil holding a machine gun tattooed on his back. The gunman was a very intelligent man, and he specialized in developing virtual reality gaming software. He prided himself on developing his latest virtual reality game, which he connected to a smartphone bomb. The gunman was a Texas native, and he didn’t like being called by his real name, which he had tattooed on the back of his neck. The gunman wished for his youth. When the gunman was younger, he sported raven black hair, which he kept in a ponytail. He had good looks, but dead, soulless eyes. Some would say he looked like an ex-convict, Southern Brad Pitt. Now, since the gunman had to deal with the ravages o