Novel & Cerita Cartel Tattoos

Karl gets up from the couch and stalks towards him, stopping to cross his arms and lean against the archway. “Nolan says his brother was a member of that gang, and it’s said that the design of their tattoos tells you what rank you were. Doesn’t seem like yours was all that big, I’m guessing you weren’t that big a member then,” he snorts. Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, wind

One has weapons from the Italians, and the other has drugs from the Colombian cartel. I make myself known "Hello gentleman. Can I get you anything?" I ask politely. When I get no response, I look up from my notepad noticing all of them are staring at me. I look around and see six good looking muscular men. All of them are covered in tattoos, wearing custom made suits and piercings. My eyes stop on the man in the middle. He is gorgeous, deadly but ridiculously handsome. He's covered in tattoos , even on his face with several silver rings on both hands. I see a small smirk on his face making me blush and shift from one foot to the other. By this time Laila is giving one of the men a lap dance

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

Juliet and I turn to see who she’s looking at. The world around me shifts, and my body heats at the sight that greets us. Kell and Carrick stroll down the hallway, unaware of the gaping stares that follow their every move. Carrick is wearing a jean button-down shirt and black jeans with shiny black boots, and Kell is wearing a fitted black Henley, dark blue jeans, and black all-stars. From a distance, you can see the tattoo on his strong chorded neck and the shadow of another tattoo on his chest. He’s wearing a silver chain with a talisman around his neck. The talisman looks like wings inside a circle. As he moves closer, my mouth dries, and my heart speeds up with excitement.

So did my brain. Zoey. Look away. Now! But did I? Of course not. “Oh my God…” I whispered under my breath as his shirt dropped, revealing a sculpted back and muscles that looked like they'd been carved by some vengeful Greek god. A bold dragon tattoo curled along his spine. What the hell? Was this man part of the mafia? A cartel? A walking sex crime? And why did his tattoo look somewhat familiar? I bit my lip as I watched him, mesmerized. He unhooked his belt, his hands moving with sinful precision.