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.

Ethan set his whiskey down on the table and stood up, running his fingers over the crisp white shirt he was wearing. He turned around. Vinnie Hart wasn’t the kind of person one would label as sexy or seductive in any conventional way. She was refreshingly simple and down-to-earth. Her hair had a natural beauty to it, untouched by salon treatments. Her dark brown, almost black, locks had a healthy shine, as if she had always known the secret to keeping them thick and glossy.

Amelia can't believe the breakthrough she'd made. Henrik is standing over her computer. "You've caught the hacker," he said. The joy she felt in breaking this hacker was dampened by the fact that Hillen Enterprises might not need her anymore. This was her specialty. She wasn't a code monkey. She was a hacker. She wrote code to do specific purposes and it wasn't gaming. Henrik patted her on the shoulder. "You are amazing. Now we can start criminal proceedings."

Valerio's hands, calloused and scarred from various battles due to his years of holding a gun, slid down the light fabric of her body onto her soft skin, provoking a shiver of sensitivity from Zona. Valerio subconsciously frowned when he touched the threadbare bump on her scapula, then moved towards then followed the scar upwards, but Zona grabbed her hand at once, "Mr Valerio, don't." She didn't want anyone to know about that wound of hers that she didn't want to show to others, which was why she had the tattoo artist from the prison tattoo tens of centimetres of rose vine tattoos on it.

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."

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.