"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 groaned in his sleep and reached out, his hands roamed over the bed, searching for Rey. His eyes darted open when he felt how cold the bed was.


"Fuck" he whispered and his eyes burned, tears brimmed in them and he pushed himself up. He hurriedly pulled on a pair of sweatpants on the ground.


"Rey?!" He yelled, his voice shook from fear and the possibility of reality hitting him.


"Moremi!" He yelled pushing every door open. He pushed Blue and black's door open with wide eyes and found Blue asleep on her bed while black packed a few boxes.


"What happened to Rey?" Black looked confused and wondered why Vladimir had that look in his eyes. Like a deranged mad man.


"She's gone" Vladimir whispered to himself and exhaled, shaking his head. He bit down on his lip, tears in his eyes as he made his way back to the room. As soon as he shut the door behind himself, he burst into tears, dropping on his knees.?


Epilogue