Vinnie Hacker Tattoo Novels & Stories

When those people came closer, Lucia saw their appearance clearly, and a strong despair appeared on her frosty face. The five people in the lead were dressed in black, and each of them had a clear six-pointed star tattoo on the right cheek, which was the symbol of the Tattoo Organization. The leader was a tall, thin and gloomy middle-aged man. He had only one right eye, and his left eye was covered by a black eye patch. His name was One-Eyed Jack, and he was the leader of the Tattoo. Jack was just an alias, and no one knew his real name and background. He was currently the tenth prisoner on the Interpol wanted list.

He should better have a useful information for me, or he will be wasting my afternoon. "This better be important, Leonardo," I barked. "It is. He finally talked. Even though it's not much, but he said that the man who gave him information about Isla always wore a hockey mask, and a voice changer. He also mentioned something about a viper tattoo on his back, boldly drawn," Leonardo relayed. That was a lead, but also not one much helpful. How am I supposed to find someone in a hockey mask? And as for the tattoo, there were lots of people in this city that had that tattoo as well.

It feels like cocaine should feel. He doesn't see who drinks, he also doesn't see if anyone noticed their...whatever it was. "Never have I ever gotten a tattoo." Isaac says. Matteo and his brother, as well as Vinnie, Eddie, and Valentina, drink. He remembers the tattoo he saw on Valentina's ankle, as well as the one on her back. Matteo had never asked about them, but he suddenly feels the urge to know what they mean. He's sure they each must have a meaning.

“That was why you were at the tattoo shop today?” He asks, and I roll my eyes and shake my head. “No, well, yes, sort of. I was there for me. Uncle Gianni and Uncle Marco both helped me find out who that tattoo belonged to and where it was tattooed. It is safe to say that place is burning to the ground as we speak with some of the Viper’s members inside.” I laugh as Savage looks at me in shock, but it’s Hatchet that is grinning, nodding, folding his arms over his chest as murmurs ring out through the room. Hatchet knows what my family is capable of.

Between them, in elegant black script, sat the tattoo: CW His striking glassy gray eyes darkened as he stared. “There’s another one,” I said, voice turning low and teasing. “On my hip bone. Want to see that too?” He nodded once. I stood, unzipped the prison trousers, and nudged them down just enough to reveal the smooth skin of my hip. The second tattoo read CROWE in the same beautiful lettering, right above the delicate line of my v-cut. “I can’t see it properly,” Ryker murmured, his voice dropping. “Come closer.”

Mine is a human male’s face hidden in the shadows, half of the face is complete with the crimson light of vengeance in one eye and the other half is the skeletal face of the male with an empty eye socket. Some of my other tattoos are pretty vicious-looking, and some hold what I’d like to think are the fractured parts of my soul. The security monitor mounted on my wall chirps a moment later, warning me that someone is outside my door. Entering my security code, I come face to face with the person on the other end. It’s Hunter Cohen; he’s one of the Confradia techs helping us hunt down Willem Kazik.

The tattoo artist asked Julie Williams what design she wanted. Julie turned to me with a faint smile on her face. “What did Annie choose? Maybe I’ll borrow some inspiration from her.” I remained silent. Zach Cross answered for me. “Give her the rose.” The tattoo artist froze for a moment. The tattoo pen in his hand hovered over the stencil. “Mr. Zach, that design was custom-made for Miss Annie. By tradition, the Godmother’s tattoo can only be placed on—”

That every wish of mine would be fulfilled with him by my side. Laying down on my pillow without feeling any pain, I fell in a deep sleep. The very deep sleep that seemed like forever. On waking up, I felt much pain in my back. Something felt like a huge wound on my back, I rushed to the mirror to check what it was that was paining me so much. To find out, it was a bat tattoo. I didn't cry instead I felt so happy.

So we killed more than one person who was involved with the Damned Forsaken. Now I have a Ravager's tattoo of a skull with a zombie raven atop of it wearing a crown, a pistol leaning against the blood-splattered skull. The zombie raven is for the Ravager while the skull with the pistol was my Damned Forsaken tattoo, and the crown is for the Death Kings. I put my spin on it so that it’s unique and easily identifiable as a crew tattoo. I didn’t mind letting the man who trained Lachlan be the one to do the work. Plus that Drogo is a Death King and the Vice President for the Death Riders MC.

I say quietly, as I take Saggio’s leg. “One. Two. Three,” I count, then snap his shoulder back into place. I sit back while Hacker shifts, grunting in pain as he does. “I’m with you guys,” he says, looking at us and gingerly holding his arm against his body. “We have to have a mole.” “Who?” Siren asks, having heard us. “The squads are all here. You can’t tell me it was Lace or Nix,” she says. “Not the squads,” Hacker says.