"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

Vladimir wiped the tears from his eyes and stood up, walking towards his suitcase. He pulled out a strawberry cigarillo and stared at it, thinking about Rey. He could remember how his hands shook as he carried her sleeping body out of their car and into their awaiting jet. He wondered how she could be so inconsiderate. He broke the cigarillo and dumped it in the waste basket. He knew she didn't have any control over that and he hated that he blamed her but he was hurt. 


She had stepped out of the room since 2AM and she hadn't come back in. He wasn't the one who got shot, he should have been there for her. This life was become too risky for them, he knew. He had way too much to lose now. If anything happened to her then he wouldn't know what to do with himself.


"Maybe it's time to end this shitty lifestyle" he grumbled and walked out of the room in search of Rey, hoping she wasn't too angry with him.


Chapter 17