Romans & histoires Vinnie Hacker Tattoo

His right hand first gripped around my waist before he moved it up to my shoulders. "Vincent" His name almost escaped with a moan before I cleared my throat. "What, sunshine?" There was so much innocence in his eyes when I turned to the side to look at him. I know, I know innocence and Vince didn't exactly go in the right sentence. To be honest he looked like how you'd picture one of the baddest boys from those YA books if they'd grown up. Down to his chiseled jaw, and his broad shoulders. His tattoo, one of which was the grim reaper that ran along the line of his back in a near perfect angle.

Julian said, staring at the grainy image. "It's a start." Damian zoomed in. "He has a tattoo. On his right hand. Between his thumb and index finger." "What kind of tattoo?" "A symbol. Looks like a snake wrapped around a dagger." I knew that symbol. I had seen it before. On Victor's desk. On the ring he wore. On the letter he had sent Julian from prison. "The Snake and Dagger," I said. "It's Victor's private symbol. Only his inner circle wears it."

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

“Sir, may I make a suggestion?” the hacker asked, his body shivering as he gazed at the gun pointed at him. “What suggestion?” Though Vincent wasn't interested in hearing what he had to say, he would never allow any information to pass him by. “The woman seems intelligent since she could stop all of us single-handedly. Why don't I capture and have her brought here?” the hacker asked. “You talked about a suggestion, but now you're asking questions? How dare you think of bringing that sill woman here? I thought you were wiser, but I guess nod.” Vincent sneered.

CHAPTER 11 Nova Sterling Point Of View “Look.” Vangh's lips brush my ear as he points to his chest. A fake tattoo stretches across his breast, reading “Property of Alpha House.” Which now peels off like old wallpaper. His real tattoo markings surface underneath. It’s a rebel symbol hidden all along, a secret no one knows. Sloane appears beside us, stretching her knife at Vaughn's throat. “You lying bastard.” Her wedding dress smells of burnt sugar- sharp and sweet. “How long have you been working for the rebels?”

It sounded like the start of an assault. One that told me he could go further than this, violate me, and I would want it. “It'll be best to take this process seriously and focus on your treatment….” I trailed off when I spotted a viper tattoo sprouting up his neck as he rubbed on the spot, clearly uninterested in my sermon. The viper’s teeth and eyes stared directly into mine, and I shuddered a bit as I took in the details… It felt like the viper was a picture representation of his personality.

This one looks more like Wendy and their mother. “Yvonne!” Wendy groans making me chuckle. “I’m Wade, Yvonne’s twin,” he says, stepping up to me and shaking my hand. He may be the youngest son, but the look he gives me is no less protective of his sister than Yorick’s. “I’m Hacker.” “Is that your real name?” Yvonne asks me. “No, it’s a codename. In our line of work, it’s better if people don’t know your real name. It makes it harder for them to find you.”

I gulped it all, coughing as he pulled out. He removed the clamps gentle, rubbing my sore nipples. Pain faded to throb. Then, from his pocket, a small marker—permanent ink. "Hold still." He knelt, drew on my hip—a small outline, a dragon like his tattoos, coiled around a V for Voss. Discreet, hidden under clothes. "My mark. Permanent soon, if you earn it." I touched it careful, ink fresh. "Yes, master." Heat bloomed—owned deeper.

He said. I cleared my throat. I know it will definitely look familiar to him because the tattoo is what Lila's name means. “Well, we found the evidence to clear the rumor; that's what matters now.” I said. He nodded. “Can you please screenshot those places for me?” I told the person with the video. He nodded. “Sure.” He said. “Here, you can type your number here so I can send it to you.” He stretched his phone to me and then continued with the hacking. I collected his and typed my number, then dropped his phone on the table.

I harden my knuckles to the point where they turn bright red, Xavier sees my outburst and sighs. “Devon, you have to calm down. The first rule is to not show your anger.” “What now?” I ask, looking at them. “I want all information about him.” They might not know this yet, but I am going to make him pay for what he did to Arya. “We also found something else.” Crossing her leg, she pauses the video and zooms closer to the side of his neck, there’s a tattoo of a viper snake right at the base. “What does it mean?” I look at Xavier; it means something for them to show it to me.