Vinnie Hacker Tattoo Novels & Stories

Her fingers closed around the key, and with a quick twist, she unlocked the door and pushed it open. As soon as she entered, her breath caught in her throat. Vincenzo stood at the center of the room, shirtless, muscles toned and defined. The sharp lines of his six-pack were impossible to ignore, the shadows emphasizing the ridges of his abs. Dark tattoos trailed from his neck across his shoulders, down his arms, winding to his fingers in twisting patterns. Black roses bled into barbed chains around his biceps, while a serpent coiled down his forearm, fangs poised to strike. Across his chest, a cross wrapped in thorns marked him with a quiet promise of loyalty and blood.

The sky was beautiful with stars, and the soft music playing from my phone mixed with the crashing waves. I sat on a lounge chair, admiring the view. Vince sat beside me, shirtless in just his loose black pajama pants, a cigarette dangling between his lips. His chest was decorated with scars and tattoos that gave him this hot and dangerous look, and I wouldn’t mind getting fucked right out here—but asking for sex again would probably make him run away. “You know, I’ve always wanted to ask what these tattoos mean?” I said, taking a sip of my drink and glancing at him like he was a good meal—he was.

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?"

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.

I nod, and call Viper. 'Do we know who did it?' Viper asks. 'Venom. Nolan has just described Venom. With the same web tattoo on his neck.' 'I'm going to text a photo to you. Show Nolan. Ask if this is him.' I receive a photo of Venom leaning against a fence smoking a cigarette. I show Nolan and his eyes go wide. 'Yes. That's him.' I call Viper. ‘Nolan says that’s definitely him.’ 'Not good, Zuri-doll. When do you leave for New Zealand?'

He had been with Frost long enough to know what that smile meant; somebody was about to get into trouble, very big trouble. "So what do we do?" Frost scratched his chin thinking of the best way to deal with this issue. Vinca needed justice even if she still couldn't remember everything that happened to her prior to him saving her. She had been hurt to the extent she still had nightmares and had to take anti-depressants whenever the headaches and nightmares became worse. He kept having a searing pain in his heart whenever she went through this and he had made it his mission to get revenge for her. Damont was hoping for a corporation with Fortlink Enterprise as he had taken over VilaBeau when

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.

We lay there just enjoying each other’s company as his breathing and pulse returned to normal, his fingers drawing circles on my shoulder blades, sending shivers down my spine. “You’ll have to get my tattoo, you know.” “I know,” he smiled. “I won’t make you get it as big as mine, don’t worry,” I winked. “To be fair, my guy could probably make it work alongside your Henchmen tattoo.” “You don’t want me to cover it up?” “Why would I?” I questioned, one eyebrow raised. “The Henchmen have been a big part of your life. As long as you stay committed to the Valkyrie, I don’t have a problem with it.”

The tattoo on his right arm became prominent as my feet took away the distance between us. That very same ink I saw at the party two weeks ago, and that very same ink I saw the night of my father’s murder. A naked woman with her back profile smiling over her shoulder. Her wavy hair propelled on one shoulder; the serpent's head rested on the other with its slithering tongue sticking out. It was an exquisite art, one that was certainly drawn for the bearer’s desire, a unique mark that will remain forever sketched on the bearer’s skin. “Viviana...” Roman’s voice vanished into the loop of my emotions and thoughts, consuming my reasoning. Vision tunneling, all I saw on the other side was red… dea

I knew it would be almost impossible for the hackers to track them because they would be fooled to not turn off their locations while they did this. I just needed a lead, anything. Just anything to give me a clue as to where they were, and I knew I didn't have much time. The tattoos on the neck were an indication of who they were. The italics, a crazy gang of animals who killed for a sport “Why are you boring me with this shit show?” I ask, making sure that I kept my expressions and emotions at bay. The usual me would be angry that I was finding it so hard to control myself but fir the first time, I didn't want to.