"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 luxurious surroundings didn't faze any of the assassins and neither did it faze the president. It wasn't exactly pretty but you could tell it was expensive. Humongous luxurious chandeliers hug from the ceiling, ugly expensive plants stood in corners while the walls were decorated in expensive art. Several other jewels and artifacts were placed out in the open for them to see but the guard that stood next to each artifact wouldn't let the jewels be touched. 


It wasn't like Rey wanted to touch them. 


What she wanted was only a few feet under the ground she stood. She glanced around and almost choked as the expensive perfume wafted through her nose. Several other attendees, ranging from prime ministers to CEOs to doctors and fashion designers walked around with their noses in the air and a tall glass of some luxurious wine in their hand.


Chapter 15