"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

Eric noticed he hadn't seen Rey for an entire week and it didn't help that the entire house was gloomy. They spoke in hushed tones and walked on eggshells around the house. 


"They are on their way with the nurse" he heard Natalie say to Blue and he walked to the kitchen. 


"What nurse?" he asked as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. 


"Mind your business, Jackpot" Scarlett who sat on the kitchen counter said. Her eyes were red and blotchy from crying like the other girls. 


He noticed he hadn't seen Black and Dave either, only at night when he hears their footsteps and obnoxious loudness. He didn't exactly care for Vladimir but he cared a lot for Rey. He cared a whole lot for her. 


"Well, technically…she's my business. What's wrong with her?" He asked and popped the cap off before taking a large gulp.


"Well, technically…she's interested in another man" Blue laughed for the first time in two days and he smiled before nodding.


Chapter 21