Baise-Moi.

I know fifteen languages, I have twenty-seven identities, and know how to kill a man thirty-two different ways with my bare hands. So how did I run into you? How out of all six billion people in the world did we cross paths? You know me from school, I know you for being in One Direction. So leave me when you can, Zayn Malik, because I'm the world's most wanted secret agent and I'm only nineteen. But before you go, I want you to kiss me but I need you to Baise-Moi.

*Ages +15* **Some words are in French, you can use Google Translate for translation purposes**

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11. Dinner Party With The Americans

 

I glanced around the room. Zayn and I were seated at a table in the middle of the room, surrounded by others. Men dressed in classy tuxedos as woman flaunted old movie dresses. 

I felt Zayn's fingertips drag up and down my arm, causing me to look at him. 

"Calm down," he whispered. 

"This room is filled with Americans," I muttered. 

"So?" 

"I can't find her. I can't find Alessandra." Just saying her name made me feel like I was being watched. Alessandra and I have never had a good relationship. Because of her I was stuck in a hospital somewhere in Austria in a three-month coma. 

Tell me about it. Coma? A coma that I got out of a year ago and she probably thinks I'm dead. She probably thinks she has succeeded in some brilliant plan to kill me, but the one thing she will never understand is that I don't die. Dying just isn't my 'thing'. Who knew spies could even have a 'thing'. 

"What does she look like?" 

My eyes went back to his onyx filled ones. "Blonde, blue eyes."

"So the girl version of Niall?"

"Who? No," my eyes narrowed. I didn't have time for boy bands. Instead I reached into my purse and pulled out a stick of gum.

"Oh can I--?"

"No," I said sternly to him. "You don't want this."

I placed the gum in my mouth and let it soften before I pulled it out of my mouth and stuck it to Zayn's wineglass. The gum immediately turned invisible, like it lost it's color. It blended in, like a chameleon.

"Whoa, that's awesome!"

"Shh! Now go over to the bar and get a drink, but don't let anyone take this one. Got it?"

He picked up the glass, "I don't understand."

I pulled back the left side of my hair and showed him the clear earpiece that stuck inside of my ear. "I'll be listening. Hopefully I'll be able to pick up something about Alessandra." 

"This is exciting," he got up with a smile on his face. I chuckled at his goofiness, but also feeling sorry for him. He has no idea what he's about to get himself in to. 

He started to walk over to the bar, and I placed a finger over the earpiece. My ear instantly filled with conversations. Talk about suits, money, and holiday vacations for Christmas. I didn't care about any of that. Until...

"Diamond," American accents filled my ear and a small smile appeared on my lips. I looked at where Zayn was; going past a large group of people and as he passed a blonde girl turned and watched him walk away.

Bingo. 

"Hello Alessandra," I muttered and rose from my seat. I let my dress glide around me, the dangerous slit up my leg showing up to my thigh. People watched me as I walked past them and headed towards Zayn. 

I felt a hand wrap around my wrist and I stopped looking directly in Alessandra's crystal blue eyes. 

"Nice seeing you here," she said, her American accent sending daggers in my direction. 

"It's a small world," I smile, showing confidence. 

"How was the coma? I was starting to get bored without you."

"Well I'm back and ready for any games you're playing."

"Oh sweetie," she smiled, like she was talking to a child. "I'm only playing one game, and guess what? I always win. Now please save me the chase and just tell me where the diamond is." 

"Alessandra, just because I was in a coma doesn't mean I'm stupid. Anyway I don't have the diamond."

"Oh really?"

"Oh yes. Why don't you go slit Rosalind's throat or blow up Vera. I'm sure they've been dying without your audience."

Her arm grew tighter on my arm. "Listen here, you bitch. Give me that diamond or some people will die tonight. Starting with you."

All of a sudden I felt a cold blade against my stomach. She wasn't lying. 

"Giselle."

Alessandra and I both looked towards Zayn who came back with the same glass and a freshly filled new glass. 

"Who are you?" Alessandra muttered. 

"Zayn. Zayn Malik," he finished. 

"Malik? Boy band Malik?" 

He swallowed hard and she looked back at me with a smile. "Love the new partner. He's a real keeper. Does he sing you lullabies?" 

Anger was growing inside of me. This conversation was getting intense but it wasn't an importance to the other's in the room. They continued to talk in their own conversations, completely ignoring us. 

"Where's the diamond?" She asked Zayn and he narrowed his eyes.

"What diamond?" 

"Honestly," she said. "How comes I always have to do the dirty work?" She let go of me and walked closer to him. "Come on, just tell me where you hid it." 

She placed a finger on the side of Zayn's face and slid it towards, letting her finger run down his chest. Zayn exhaled, as he felt the presence of her so close to his cock. 

"Oh," she dragged out the syllable. "Is it here?" 

That's it. I reach under my dress and pull the gun from around my leg. I pointed it directly at her head. Zayn's eyes widened and she turned around with a confident smile still plastered over her lips. 

"He has it, doesn't he?" She spoke clearly, as the surrounding sounds soon slowed to a stop. They all watched as we played a game of our very own. 

"When will you learn that things don't just get handed to you on a silver platter."

"Giselle, my dear, that's how I get everything I desire. Just like your boy band band mate over here. I'll have him in my bed by the end of the week."

I pulled the trigger just a little, turning the safety off. 

"Same old Giselle," she said. "Always the weapons. You don't want to shoot me." 

Actually I would love too, but then I looked past Alessandra and noticed a diamond earring in Zayn's one ear. 

I lowered the gun, "Zayn give her the diamond." He quickly looked confused as she turned again to face him. "She's right. No one needs to get hurt tonight. I've hidden the diamond in your earring." 

Again a flash of confusion lay over his face as he undid the earring. He handed it to Alessandra. 

"Very good," she muttered. "What do you mean nothing comes to me on a silver platter?" She looked over her shoulder back at me. 

"Zayn, let's go." I walked around her and took hold of Zayn's arm. We needed to get out of here. 

We made our way to the door and then all hell broke loose. 

"What?" I heard Alessandra. "WHERE'S THE FUCKING DIAMOND?!" 

Zayn and I quickly looked over our shoulder and then started to run. We exited the dining hall and were surrounded by more people. 

"More spies?" Zayn asked as we stood back to back.

"No, Alessandra's body guards," I said. 

"Why the hell would a spy need a body guard?" 

"Because she thinks she's the Queen of Sheeba." 

"Great." 

"They're stupid as bricks though, so on the count of three we run. Follow me and I really hope you like broken glass."

"What?" Zayn sounded alarmed. 

"One," I started. "Two."

"Get them!" Alessandra yelled as she reached the center of the circle, where we stood. 

"THREE!" I ran forward, Zayn following me. I grabbed onto his hand and we ran towards the window. Zayn was thinking the same thing I was and we both kicked the glass out, sliding onto the hard concrete outside. 

My body shattered with pain, but my adrenaline was running too high. I knew I was bleeding, I knew I pulled some muscle, I knew I sprained some bone, but I didn't care. 

"Get into the car," I said as we came to a vacant convertible. 

He got into the driver's seat, "No keys."

"Fuck," I muttered. 

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