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**


12. Shut Up And Drive


"Let me," I said as I bent down and pulled a couple wires together, making the car start without keys. 

"Damn that's hot," he said. 

"Yea, well start moving or we're both dead."

He put the car in gear and we were off. The air was cold until a bullet penetrated the windshield. 

"Keep driving," I said as I turned in my seat and pointed my gun back at the car following us. 

"What happened to no guns?!" Zayn yelled as he continued to drive.

"Sorry, promises aren't my thing." Another 'thing'. "Don't freak out, but you're going to see an explosion." 


I ignored him as I pointed the gun at the perfect spot. I pulled the trigger and within moments the car burst in flames. 

"What the fuck!" 

I turned around in my seat. "Shut up and drive." I reached under my dress and grabbed the ammo that was tied to my inner thigh. I reloaded the gun as the wind flooded the roofless car, my hair flying around my face. 

I caught bright headlights in the mirror and turned back around. Soon the car pulled up beside ours and a thin man jumped into the backseat, smacking my gun away. He then pulled on my hair and I began to punch him across the nose. 

Then without warning the man brought up a knife and cut a sliver beside my right eyebrow. I grimaced at the pain, but I threw one more punch and then fell down in my seat. 

"Are you alright?"

I didn't reply, the cut hurt so fucking bad. 

"Giselle?" He called my name but without me answering he stopped the car. I rose my head just a little to see Zayn getting out of the car and pulling the guy in the backseat with him as he beat the living shit out of him. 

The car pulled up beside us and the man slowly got into the car and as it pulled away Zayn took hold of a gun the man must have dropped and started to fire away. 

I tried to pull myself up, but I couldn't. What the fuck? "Zayn?" 

He looked at me and I saw him walking closer to me as my eyelids shut, leaving me in darkness. 

Sorry for a short chapter!! 

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Much love, Morgan xx

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