Chapter 2

"Fucking check again, Hunter! I refuse to stay with those hoodrats" Eric yelled at his adviser who was unbothered. Seemingly used to Eric's temper tantrums over the smallest things. Like how he want served a specific flavor of wine at a party or how people who were a little under the level of 'extremely rich' were given entry into a party where he was at.

Eric thought about the women he met a week ago.

"Get off your high horse, Eric! These are the only women who can protect you and they are the only ones I trust" Hunter yelled out, already tired of Eric's Tantrums.

"Well you have to search better" Eric countered.

"Don't you understand this shit?! You were almost killed. Slade is dead and guess whose fault it is? Yours! Just because you want to be hard headed and prove nothing! Nothing at all!" Hunter spat and Eric nodded. He knew it was his fault that Hunter's husband was dead but he kept denying it. In his sleep he would see Slade's lifeless eyes.

"She almost killed me! She hit me with the bottom of a gun!" Eric threw his hands into the air like a little child and he jumped when Hunter slammed his palm against the table.

"That is because you literally insulted them, man! What the hell did you mean by 'a bunch of abused black women'? That's just racist and sexist as well. Have you wondered why nobody else has come to your aid?" Hunter asked and Eric was curious. It was true, nobody in the Whitehouse spoke about his security and it just began to bother him after Hunter pointed it out.

"Because they want you dead. They want you – A chauvinistic, narrow-minded, racist, sexist, thieving and irresponsible thirty-five year old President– gone" Eric chuckled like he just heard the funniest thing and before he could retort, Hunter walked out.

"Pack your bags –if you want to live to spend the money you have in your foreign accounts" Hunter poked his head through the doors of Eric's office before walking away. Eric inhaled and exhaled and he knew he did not have a choice. He would have to pack and he reminded himself not to pack anything expensive with the fear that they would steal from him.

"Women?" he scoffed before walking out of the office and into his room. He pulled out a big black leather suitcase and packed his clothes, majority of them being suits, button up shirts and slacks.

"They're here and the plane is ready" Hunter busted into his room and assisted him closing his bag. Eric spun around and three of the women were there except Scar.

"I hope you remember the women" Hunter was just about to introduce them again to Eric who just rose his hand to silence Hunter.

"It's not necessary" Eric told him. He felt the need to assert his dominance and let them know who is in control. His eyes went to the disinterested girl, the one who caught his eyes for some reason and he wanted her to know he wasn't about to play.

"I am the one in control here, Ladies. I tell you to shut up and you are going to have to shut up. I tell you to shoot and you shoot, I tell you sit still and look pretty, that's –"

"Shut up" Rey said in a voice devoid of every emotion. She wasn't looking at him but he knew that she was talking to him. He chuckled and shook his head with a 'tut'

"I tell you I'm hungry, you go into a kitchen and –" he stopped as her chocolate eyes rested on him. She walked towards him and he –quite frankly- could imagine her in his bed, in those heeled boots, writhing under him and taking all that he had to offer.

"I don't have time for chit-chat" she stood in front of him, more than a few inches shorter than him.

"Exactly what I'm saying. I don't –" he stopped again as she swiftly held a very sharp knife to his neck with acute precision. He gulped as he felt the knife burn, he knew he was bleeding.

"What did I say?" She asked again.

"No chit-chat" he coughed out and he shut his eyes immediately she pulled back. He swept his hand across his neck and his heart raced as blood sat on the top of his finger

"Just shut up and you'll be fine. They will take care of the people after you and will protect you at the same time" Hunter muttered and dragged the suitcase, following behind the girls. With a sigh, Eric followed behind them. Shame and embarrassment dancing over him.

He stepped into the limo that was going to take him to where the plane was and he was thankful that at least he had the limo to himself while the girls jumped into a land rover. They drove off in front of his car and he turned to Hunter who was already looking at him.

"I implore you to watch your mouth, Eric. Think before you speak if you wish to be killed and left on the street with no traces" Hunter begged and Eric nodded. He didn't think he spoke too much. He just didn't hide the truth about how he felt.

An hour later, the car stopped in front of a duplex and he stepped out of the car. The rover the girls had driven now sat empty in front of the house while He and Hunter waited for them. From the balcony in front of the house, an almost naked Scar was throwing guns and ammunitions to the girls down.

"How many of the bulletproof vests do we have?" Scar yelled as she continued to throw the obviously heavy guns to the girls who caught them with skill and utter flawlessness. The silver ammunitions caught in the light, and the green ones reminded him of the army.

"Eight with me. Rey?" Blue asked Rey who held up four fingers as she threw guns into a bag.

"Four! Pass the bags!" Blue told Scar who went back into the house and threw some backpacks down.

"All done" Blue announced as she walked back to the waiting limousine. Eric nodded and asked the driver to take them to the hangar. Hunter's heart raced as he watched the girls in the car disappear into the distance.

In less than thirty minutes, they got to the hangar with a white plane awaiting them. Eric stepped out of the car, feeling numb as his suitcase was taken into the plane. Soon enough, the familiar car stopped right next to him, only a finger width from crushing the toes under his five thousand dollar moccasins.