"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 combed her fingers through Vladimir's hair and he coughed, glaring at the bottle of liquid food. He hated it but he was getting better and he wished he could speed up the process.


His surgery was successful but he still didn't have any appetite. His blonde hair was growing out again and he wasn't looking so pale anymore.


"Stop acting like a damn baby" Rey hissed and he looked away with a frown.


"You wouldn't be saying that if you had a catheter up your privates" he mumbled under his breath and Rey rolled her eyes. She was happy he was getting better. She only hoped he would stay that way.


"No more cancer sticks, okay?" She whispered softly, rubbing her thumb over his brow. Vlad nodded eagerly with a promise in his eyes. He wanted to change. He was given another chance at life with her and in the next few weeks, they would be in their dream home.


Chapter 29