The Blue Moon Bikers
Mirabella’s death haunted her dreams; she would only kill if she absolutely had to.
Kill or be Killed.
As her feet hit the sand and she rose up out of the water, she had a knife in each palm, and just as she knew they would, both men looked hungrily over her stunning body and did not notice as she stood tall.
‘Hello, boys.’
She smirked and then threw the knives with deadly accuracy, hitting both of them in the soft fleshy part of their stomachs. It would cause them pain, but didn’t kill them. As they crumpled to the floor, she raced behind them, grabbed her clothes, tugging on her jeans and jacket, she swung her leg over the bike and shot out onto the highway.
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