Chapter 1

He watched the four women of color as they stood right in front of him, in front of his presidential desk while his adviser stood in between the women who looked like they would rather be anywhere but here at the desk of the President.

"I do not for the life of me understand why it has to be Women and not just any kind of women, it had to be-" he stopped when he heard a gun cock and he looked away from Hunter, his adviser, to find a gun pointed at him. His heart raced as he looked at the dark skinned woman who had a scar along her face. She was still beautiful he could not deny it.

"Wanna finish that, pretty boy?" she asked with dominance in her voice and he hated it. He hated it when people told him what to do. Rather, he was the one who told people what to do.

"No" he answered when he sat the seriousness in her pitch black eyes. His eyes roamed each one of them but his eyes stuck on one. The curviest shortest and the most beautiful one of them all, probably the youngest as she leaned against the wall in her camouflage jacket. All of them had on a camouflage Jacket with either a pair of shorts, or black jeans.

"These are the most efficient assassins in the world. You will never find anyone better than them" Hunter announced but Eric looked at them like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Women? These women will protect me? The fucking president?! Men would be better" he scoffed and the girl he had his eyes on gave a scoff that chilled him to the bones.

"And that explains why the entire media calls you a pedophile? Because men protect you, that's why you have people chasing after you –to kill you? Let's not forget that you had a bullet that missed your heart by only a few inches" she spoke with no emotion at all and on cue all of the other girls laughed. It wasn't true, he wasn't a pedophile, he thought but he liked his women younger. He would never date a woman younger than the age of nineteen even if he was in his mid-thirties. The pictures that circulated was a result of his ignorance. He went on a date with a 'twenty-two' year old who –after further research- was found to be an obsessed seventeen year old who managed to put on heavy makeup.

What he couldn't understand was why people were after him like there was a bounty on his head. A shoot-out cost him a bullet to his shoulder and the life of his Aide three weeks ago. The threats did not stop neither did the hate mail.

"This is Scar" Hunter introduced the girl who was about to put a bullet in his head. She just scrolled through her phone and Eric almost believed that she did not hear what Hunter said until she rolled her eyes.

"This is Natalie" Eric's eyes ran over her slender and model like body. Her eyes bore into him and he swiftly looked away, feeling threatened. He nodded.

"This is Blue" Hunter introduced the girl with bright baby blue hair. She nodded curtly before going back to her discussion with Natalie.

"And this is Rey" Hunter pointed at the disinterested girl who just leaned carelessly against the wall.

"Now that we're done with that, how much are you paying?" Blue asked and Eric finally looked away from Rey.

"A million dollars each" Hunter spoke since he had not discussed the 'price' with his boss.

"Bullshit" Natalie spat and threw two square tablets of Clorets into her mouth. However, Eric looked back to the girl in the corner who was barely paying him any attention, he hated it. All women wanted him, every woman wanted him or at least something from him. He loosened his tie and looked at Natalie who just spoke

"How much are you proposing?" Eric asked and his heart dropped at the smile that Scar gave to him. It was unfit to be called a smile. It was sinister and so fake.

"Twenty five. Each" Rey finally spoke and he spluttered.

"What? Twenty five million for?" Rey looked at him with empty eyes and it was so unfamiliar, cold. It caused a chill to run down his spine.

"Is he- is he asking us how he's gonna get twenty five milli?" Blue asked bewildered.

"A hundred and fifty five billion under your name in one of your foreign accounts, Mr. President. We know what you do with the funds for 'charity' and surely if we know that then we could take all of the money for ourselves but we're…nice" she gave him a smile and he glanced at a scared Hunter before nodding.

"Fine, you'll have twenty five transferred into your accounts after-"

"Shit don't be working like that, white boy" Natalie scoffed and he nodded.

"Fine, I'll get it done now" Eric said.

"Good Boy" Blue grinned again like some psychotic maniac.

"Since that is settled, these are the things you must know about the President" Hunter gave each of them a file that had all of the details concerning Eric.

"Eric Jackpot Landon? Jesu o!" Eric shut his eyes in anger and embarrassment as Blue's voice reached his ears and soon he heard her laugh like his middle name was the worst she had ever heard. He slammed his palm on the table before standing up. That did not deter Blue from laughing. Eric walked away angrily, tugging at the tie that felt like the weight of the entire world.

"Just what I need. A bunch of abused black women on my case" he muttered before he felt a sharp and stinging pain to the back of his head. Immediately, he dropped to the floor and his eyes met Scar.

"I warned you, Pretty boy. The only reason I haven't passed a silver bullet through your thick skull is because you're our responsibility. Whether I like it or not" She told him like they were talking about breakfast and his eyes fluttered. Just before they closed shut he watched the shoes of four different women pass by him.