"Eric 'Jackpot' Davenport was the President of the United States. Probably the worst one yet and after a brutal attack, one that claimed the life of his aide and close friend, he decided to seek protection from people he would never have imagined himself with.

He finds himself stuck on an island with a bunch of assassins who only know how to push his buttons and pull triggers. 

What happens when he falls in love with one of the assassins? The one who hates him the most? The one who has a boyfriend who would do anything to keep her with him?"

The President’s Assassin

"The thing is, these diamond are protected by the best security in the world. Fake ID's will not work. We need an original one and we need a fucking plan" Dave said as he tapped away on the tablet and a clear image of the most expensive and oldest diamonds in the world popped up on the screen.


"Then we're going to get them, why else would we house an entire president and still-" Vladimir was cut short when Rey jammed her elbow to his throat. Eric looked utterly confused and only looked up when he heard the word 'President'


"He's right, Rey. Look, we are paid to protect his ass but we're only pushing things further. If we let go of him next week, the ones who want him dead will kill him" Blue reasoned.


"True but we were paid to protect him and not kill his enemies" Scarlett shrugged and Eric scoffed, seemingly angry.


"You weren't complaining when I paid twenty five million each" he growled, pointing at Scarlett and then at Blue, refusing to look at Rey.


Chapter 11