Vinnie Hacker Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

Their years of rivalry evaporated in a fraction of seconds. Harvey loosens the CEO's necktie and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He purposely pushes his head back to offer him VIP access to his neck. Hunter licks his bottom lip as he looks at his tattoo. A sapphire majestically spreads its wings around his neck. He wonders what's the meaning behind it. But he cares less about it now as he just wants to kiss it.

It took us so long to get her back, I was dreading losing her, but I wouldn’t keep her in the dark about it. Walk into the room and see Joker with a new tattoo on his forearm; it appears to be a symbol and a pattern of something ancient. Something you would think a warrior would choose for himself for protection. All of his tattoos made no sense to anyone but Joker. I doubt anyone would be brave enough to question him. Glancing over at Queenie, I see her left forearm has black lace starting to connect the empty spaces to complete her sleeve. It looked so real, like you could pick it up off her skin.

The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts. My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.

However, the lingering female pheromones on his body could not be washed away no matter what. My stomach began churning again. "What are you doing? Did you get some rest?" He reached out to take my hand, but suddenly noticed something. "Nina, where's your wedding ring?" I pulled my hand back and replied flatly, "I took it off." Vincent was obviously displeased. "I designed that myself. The wedding ring represents my love for you. How could you take it off?" I brushed him off casually. "I think I gained weight from carrying the pup. It doesn't fit anymore."

"Amber is too kind. My mom said not to hurt the people who did that to you. We only live together. She shared her life experiences, especially when that crazy guy decided to run off with that bitch who ruined my parents' marriage." "In that case, you should take care of your mom." Denis had already turned on the tattoo gun after dipping the needle in the ink. Denis' other hand began to hold Gaby's skin flat and taut for easy execution, and slowly and indeed, the needle started to dig into a few millimeters of Gaby's skin. Think of it like a sting that Gaby eventually got used to. Now Denis' focal point truly begins. Under the lights, he resumes his work for the umpteenth client since Denis f

“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.

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.