"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

"I love you, okay?" she kissed his forehead and he muttered something before pulling away from her. He rested on his side and tears danced in her eyes. It had been two months since he last told her that he loved her. 


Rey jumped out of bed and walked to the veranda. She smiled when she remembered how many times Vladimir had taken her in the same place. She let out a sigh and hugged herself, tears falling down her eyes. She felt lost because Vladimir had lost hope. He was killing her hope and she wanted to put a bullet through his kneecaps but she couldn't. 


She felt like she had lost him. His surgery was in a few days and he had been responding to the drugs well. She couldn't understand what made him so sure that he wouldn't survive. She couldn't …no…she would not let herself survive if he didn't make it.


"Hey, you okay?" she jumped and Eric licked his lips, watching her shiver in nothing but a flimsy singlet that fell to her thighs. 


Chapter 24