"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

At home, everyone could feel the tenseness whenever Rey and Vladimir were together and they asked but got no reply. It had been six days since the doctor's 'just a gut feeling' and they were only one day away from receiving their reports. 


"So Rey and I decided to call this meeting because we have something important to say" Vladimir scratched his head and glanced at Rey who was talking to Eric with a small smile on her face. He clenched his jaws as the president touched her bandaged arm and chuckled.


"I said Rey and I have something to say!" he yelled, slamming his palm on the table and Rey turned to him.


"I love you" he mouthed and his heart dropped when she didn't return it.  A few seconds later, her lips raised into a smile and she pressed her palm to the left side of her chest and then to her lips. His spirits were immediately uplifted.


"Yeah, Vlad and I were thinking about starting our own family-" Eric coughed violently as he choked on saliva. 


Chapter 19