"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

Rey exhaled and finally grabbed a glass of wine from the tray of a passing waitress as she and Eric stood with Rich men with potbellies full of liquid money and empty bald heads. 


"The guards are on the move and so is the president's assassin" Scar's voice said into the speaker in Rey's ears and Rey's jaw dropped.


"What?" she mouthed, knowing that she couldn't freak out or give any signs away but it seemed that Eric noticed.


"Are you okay, baby?" He asked and her heart stopped at the sincerity in his eyes as he swished the wine in his glass around. 


"Yes, honey. I believe I drank a little too fast" she shrugged and the other men gave her a nod of approval, a few of them had their eyes lingering for too long. 


"I'm seeing a specific man with calculated movement –I think he's gonna go through the vent and I strongly believe he is about to kill Eric, Rey" Black answered and Rey exhaled, shutting her eyes.


Chapter 16