"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

"He obviously likes her" Dave laughed as Natalie sat on his laps and Scarlett made a phone call.


"I know that, you bitch" Vladimir sneered and pinched his nose.


"Yeah, Dave is right. Doesn't Rey have a thing for older men?" Black laughed but his laugh was cut short as Vladimir punched his windpipe causing him to choke on his laughter and Blue knocked Vladimir's head for laying his hand on her boyfriend.


Rey hung from the pole with her legs twisted around it and her head towards the ground as she toyed with the custom made gun in her hand –a gift from Vladimir. She heard a knock at her door and she sighed, having a tiny idea as to who was standing behind the white door.


"I come in peace" he called and Vladimir's ears perked up from downstairs but it seemed the others didn't hear. He walked up the stairs and watched as Eric stepped into the room he shared with Rey.


Chapter 13