I DONT OWN THE CLIQUE. LISI HARRISON DOES.

Gala Event, NYC

9:31 P.M.

(Nobody's POV)

The woman was gorgeous. Not even the word gorgeous could describe her. Her glossy chesnut hair framed her delicate face perfectly as it flowed down to her boobs. Her body was slender with the curves in the right places and her legs were bronzed with perfection as they glided through the crowds that parted for her. But her amber eyes flashed of danger. She sent out an aura of confidence when her head was head high. The women stared at her as much as the men.

The Annual New York City Gala was filled with rich people who were dressed from head to toe in the latest designers. The mayor and his wife were there, chatting to fellow members of the committee. The ceilings were so high, one had to tilt one's head back all the way to see the beautiful glass dome. The columns were carved with intricate designs and the floor was marble. The waiters walked around as they carried trays of the finest champagne. Women clung to their husbands as if they were their only life support and there were no children allowed. It seemed peaceful as they crowd chattered in a polite and hushed tone. Too bad nobody knows that the worlds most dangerous assassins were roaming around right under their snotty little noses.

(Massie's POV)

I made my way slowly through the crowd that had parted for me. I head my head high and shoulders back with the posture of a supermodel. I let my amber eyes scanned the crowds looking for my target. I stopped beside one of the many big columns and set my hand gently on the smooth surface. I squinted pass the bar, buffet table, the sitting area and rested my amber eyes on the man was was standing with a clump of people surrounding him with admiration. He was laughing the loudest, as if he knew I was there.

Derrick Harrington. The son of the dangerous Vito Harrington who was the head of the maffia that had assassin who killed people single-handly. My hand flew instinctively to my left thigh where a Pardini PC/GT45-5 gun was strapped in around my leg where it was currently covered by my royal purple PRADA dress. My hands automatically formed into a fist as I contemplated on whether or not sacking him in his snotty nose.

"Calm down Mass" A voice rang into my ears.

I jumped a little and than remembered the microscopic microphone chip that was lodged in my right ear. "Puh-lease, I am calmed."

"No, you're not" Cam spoke up on the other end. "You're fists are clenched. Unclench them or people might get suspicious why a young lady like you is excluding such hatred."

I forgot, Cam was currently in our new BMW x6 with a laptop on his laptop on his lap, monitoring my every move. Ah-noying much?

I rolled my eyes "Only you. Remind me why it's me that's doing this right now?"

"Because we need a beautiful young woman to quote 'seduce him' end quote." His voice oozed 'duh'.

I scowled "This isn't the time for sarcasim Cammie."

"Sh. Target fingering his gun." Cam said in his serious tone. "Derrick's on the move."

I lightly touched the microphone. "Nawt on my watch." I rolled my shoulders back and puffed out my C cups and strut pass the doughnut shape clump with Harrington in the middle.

I did my best model walk which wasn't hard at all because I used to be one. I swayed my hips even more than usual and planted one feet in front of another.

"Perfect" Cam spoke in my ear as I headed for the bar. "He's watching you. Wait... he's checking you out and... he has a smirk on his face."

"Good" I stated as I slipped onto a stool and stuck out a tanned and toned leg. I sipped on the vodka the bartender had given me with his number which I flicked back over the counter.

"Action" Cam whispered. I poised myself as I sat up a little taller.

"And you are?" I heard a husky voice inquire behind me.

"Nawt going to go bed with you." I replied back as I swung around my stool and saw my target.

He was the ultimate bad boy. His block hair was messy in a very sexy way and his Armani suit fitted his build perfectly. His jaw as accented and his features were sharp with his cameral eyes seared into you. Let's just say if I hadn't hated him so much, he would've been my next boy toy.

Derrick had a suprised look on his face and I had to smirk. I bet no one had ever said that to him, but the suprised expression was quickly washed over by his usual cocky look. My smirk was quickly washed away too, with annoyance.

"Flirt." Cam demanded quietly into my ear. If he had been there in person, I would've sacked him. I flirt when and how I wanted. Unfortunately, that wasn't in my job description and I had to listen to Cam because he's the one in charge for this particular mission.

I gave him my signature smile which he took one look at and slid into the stood beside mine.

"Derrick Harrington." He said as he took out his hand. He obviously wasn't scared to get found by the U.S. government enough to get a fake I.D.. Gawd, are male assassins getting stupider everyday?

"Mackenzie Walroth." I replied as I took his hand and softly squeezed it.

Derrick studied me while I sipped on the almost empty vodka glass. "So what brings a fine lady like you here?" He asked.

I shrugged my narrow shoulders, "My dad was in the vote for New York City mayor. But he didn't win."

"Pity." Derrick replied as he raised his hand to the bartender, signally him for his drink.

"What about you?" I asked back, feigning dumbness.

"I'm related to the mayor." He said without making eye contact. What a big fat lie.

"You? I sexy badass related to the goody mayor? Don't think so." I winked as I crossed my toned legs.

He gave me a cocky smile, "I get that a lot."

I fake laughed while four letters ran through my head. B.U.L.L.

Derrick tilted his head to the side, "You know, I've seen you before."

I stopped laughing "Really? Have you." I slowly replied. What is he onto?

"Yeah, have you ever modeled before?"

I heard Cam sigh quietly in relief in my ear. "No, never modeled. You think I should?" I asked slowly in a seductive voice as I leaned into him, giving a nice view of my boobs.

He eyed them and tried to concentrate on my face. "Yeah, you should." He told me as he leaned in closer too. Our noses were almost touching. I resisted the urge to head bang him.

"Really?" I placed my hand on his neck and let in move slowly down his chest where I could feel a firm six-pack under his D&G V-neck shirt.

"Really." He flashed me an ah-mazing smile. I smiled sweetly back at him as I let my hand travel up his chest and down his arm. Derrick was studying me with his eyes but covering his inspection up with a smile. He kept smiling at me but his smile was fake, it would seem real to the untrained eye but I definitely don't have untrained eyes. I cleared my throat.

"Can I get your number?" His husky voice asked as he fingered my hand that was rested on his forearm.

"Tell you what." I pulled back, taking away the nice view he was enjoying down my dress. "If I see you again, I'll give it to you."

He raised an blond eyebrow. "What I don't ever see you again?"

I smiled slyly "Than I guess you'll never get my number." I winked. "Ciao." I got up from my seat, grabbed my gold Chanel diamond encrusted clutch and strut away. I could feel his eyes moving up and down my retreating figure.

"He's staring at you." Cam informed me. I know he is.

"What's he thinking?" I muttered so nobody would hear me. I heard the sound of typing. The sound of Cam hacking into Derrick's brain with our newest brain reading technology.

"He think's you're Mackenzie Walroth...um he thinks you're mysterious and... special" Cam's answer came out more like a question than an answer.

"But, he doesn't think that I just planted two invisible devices on his body, that now monitors his every move. Does he?" I smirked. "Derrick Harrington is dead to me."

Mine came out more like a statement.

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I walked past the doorman and made my way down the steps. Immediately, a black BMW x6 slid to a stop in front of me. I opened the door and jumped into shotgun. Before I could close the door, Cam was already driving.

"Nice." Cam handed me the laptop. "His profile." He made a right turn onto 32nd street.

I scanned the profile which was 2 pages long. So he's one of the best assassins too. Go figure.

"Is he going to be the 'heir' of our friend, Vito's maffia?" I asked sarcastically.

Cam must have been oblivious because he answered in a serious tone "Yes."

"Good to know." I paused "But he was completely unguarded."

Cam shook his head as he made another right. We were zooming down a dark alley. "There were 5 guards. Two was at the west wing, two on the east wing and one beside the buffet table."

I was silent for 5 minutes. "Remind me why I'm doing this again."

"This mission or your job?"

"Both."

"Well," Cam started. "You were a model but you didn't like that very much. And you saw part of one of the biggest operation that had ever gone on at M.V.Q. in Milan so we either had to kill or recruit you. But boss saw talent in you so we recruited you, you know at first everybody hated it because, hey, we have an ex-supermodel airhead onboard with us but you caught on pretty quickly and-"

"You guys thought I was an airhead?"

"What? No! I meant that in a nice way."

"How could that be nice?" I asked in a disgusted tone. He eyed my thigh where my Pardini PC/GT45-5 gun as still strapped on.

"Anyways," He quickly moved on, "You are one of the best among all of us in this field now so congrats." He patted my on the shoulder with one hand. "This mission you're on because-"

"-because I'm pissed off at how many innocent lives Vito Harrington has taken away. Yeah, I know." I stated.

Cam grinned like an idiot he sometimes was. "Yup, boss loves when you're pissed off, cause, you work best when you are."

"What's that suppose to mean?" I snapped. Sorry, but it's my time of month.

"Mass, when you're pissed. You kill without mercy. Which is sometimes good and sometimes not good, this case is good because Vito needs to get out of his game."

"Hey, I'm nawt merciful either when I'm nawt pissed. Just because we're women doesn't mean we have a heart. We're can be a cold, heartless bitch when we want to." I defended us female.

"Sure, sure." Cam replied. When we stopped at a red light at an intersection he threw me a Tory Burch Sail duffel bag. "Here. Change at the back."

I sighed. "Phrase 2?" I asked as I carefully slid back into the back seat. Careful nawt to flash my lacy La Pela thong at Cam.

"Yup, phrase 2." He answered as I zipped open the duffel. I lowered myself closer to the floor and pulled off my dress and pulled on a beige Ralph Lauren off-shoulder cashmere dress. I pulled off the pair of 5 inch heels into 3 inch gladiator heels.

"Done." I announced as I clinched on the leather belt around my slim waist. "Rate me."

Cam raise an eyebrow. His dark brown hair swept over his one blue and one green eye. I have to say, Cameron Fisher was a bad boy too. Too bad I cant date my co-assassin/workers. I wouldn't want to either. Dating him would be like dating my brother.

"Rate you?" He asked skeptically as he pulled into Times Square. "Like, out of 10?"

"Yeah, rate me," I said, getting impatient "Hurry up."

"10. I rate you 10." Cam stated without looking at me from the rear mirror.

"You can't give out 10s! 10s are for formal stuff, like, Gala Events or parties and-"

"Massie! I honestly don't care. Get off the car." Cam said as he pulled to a stop in front of Starbucks.

"Alright!" I huffed. "See you at the M.V.Q." I waved as I stepped off the car and was slammed with the sound of beeping horns and the yelling of New Yorkers.

Ah! Times Square! I re-boosted myself with confidence as I stepped into Starbucks and scanned eyes around. Phrase 2. Meet up with other agent and start another night of ruining other peoples' lifes. As long as they don't ruin mine. I'm up for it.

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