Moxie Trigger is an young and up-coming female motorbike racer. She moves from New Zealand to Germany to get better competition and also in hopes to get known better. She gets interviews and is invited to many events. But what if at one of those eve...
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🕷️Moxie Trigger
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. I pointed at the sketch Amy had shown me.
"That one."
Amy smiled, I smiled.
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🕷️ It was so beautiful. Now it was time. Amy used that special paper and put a stencil on my knee where the tattoo would go. It was perfect. It hugged my knee perfectly and ran up my thigh cleanly.
It was going to be beautiful.
I couldn't ruin this one.
That's when the sound of a tattoo gun jolted me out of my thought. Amy was wearing a black face mask and had her hair tied back in a bun. Her hands were gloved and in her right hand sat her black tattoo gun.
I took a deep breath in. I knew this feeling but I'm still nervous about a fucking needle poking into my skin like 20 times per second.
"You ready?"
I nodded. Then that tingly feeling ran through my leg. I grunted slightly. Fuck this hurts more then my back.
I was trying to relax myself as the needle stabbed me hundreds of time, but suddenly my phone was getting a call.
I grabbed my phone that was sitting on the chair next to me. I flicked it open. No way....
The call read Tom Kaulitz.
"I'm gonna talk this real quick Amy."
I told her. Not noticing I was speaking to her in English. I've found that it's what I do when I'm mad or nervous.
I hit the answer button. I raised my phone to my ear.
