by Wilder, L.
Falling for the President’s Daughter
Satan’s Fury MC
L. Wilder
Falling for the President’s Daughter
Satan’s Fury MC
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Contents
A Word from Cotton
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Excerpt from Maverick: Satan’s Fury MC Book 1
Prologue
Chapter 1
A Word from Cotton
Life is made of moments—small glimpses of time that change us in ways we could never imagine. Over the years, I’ve had more eye-opening moments than I could count. Some were good. Some bad. But none were quite as unexpected as the day Lauren stepped into our lives.
Even though it was over ten years ago, I remember it like it was yesterday. Big and Nitro had gone out to California to rescue Tristan, one of our club hang-arounds, from a sex-trafficking ring only to return with a kid in tow.
The plan was supposed to be simple.
Get in.
Give the assholes the money.
Get Tristan.
Get out.
But like most plans, things didn’t go as anticipated.
Big and Nitro were able to retrieve Tristan without a hitch, but neither of them could bear the thought of leaving the dark-haired, blue-eyed kid behind. They knew what those animals would’ve done to her, so Nitro paid for her, right along with Tristan, then brought her back to the clubhouse. From there, it didn’t take us long to figure out that the girl had no place to go. Her drug-addicted parents had found themselves in a bind, and after years of neglect, selling their kid had been their “bright idea” of the best way out. No one blamed Lauren for not wanting to go back. I, for one, couldn’t stomach the thought—not after what she’d already been through.
I didn’t miss the hurt hidden behind those beautiful blue eyes, but that wasn’t all. Lauren had a spark of will and determination that matched my own and a warmth and kindness that reminded me of Cass. It was clear to see the kid was special, so when Cass had asked about adopting her, I’d agreed. Don’t get me wrong, I knew it wouldn’t be easy. With no kids of our own, at least not at the time, we had a lot to learn, but there was no way I could turn her away. Hell, in my eyes, Lauren was already one of us.
There was no denying that we faced some hard times. It took a great deal of love and understanding to earn her trust, but in the end, it was all worth it. Lauren had grown into a beautiful, strong woman with a good head on her shoulders. Everyone around knew she was a catch, so it was no surprise that she’d caught the attention of the boy next door.
They’d started off as friends, but without either of them realizing what was happening, their friendship had turned into something more. Falling for the president’s daughter wasn’t in Flynn’s plan, but it happened just the same. The same held true for Lauren. She could have had any man she desired, but all she wanted was a future with him.
This is their story, and like all things Fury, it has some unexpected twists and turns. But then again, it wouldn’t be Satan’s Fury without them.
Enjoy the ride,
~Cotton
Chapter 1
Flynn
My early years weren’t exactly the best. My father had been behind bars since I was old enough to walk, and my mother was never much of a mother. Hell, the woman didn’t have a nurturing bone in her body. She was too self-absorbed with her life to think of anyone else—not even her own son. She’d made it no secret she wanted out of our small town and wasn’t shy about reminding me how I’d ruined her life. It hurt, but at least I had my Gran to fill the void my mother had left. I could still remember how happy I was the day we�
��d moved in with her. It was only supposed to be for a few weeks, just long enough for Mom to get her feet back on the ground, but secretly, I hoped we’d stay indefinitely.
I loved it there. The place wasn’t huge by any means. It was just a small three-bedroom house with a tiny living room and kitchen, but it felt like home. Gran always had food in the fridge—something that was rare when Mom and I were by ourselves. I never had to worry about where to sleep either. I had a bed of my own with fresh, clean sheets that always smelled like they’d just been laundered. Gran always made sure everything was tidy and organized. Everything in that house, even the TV remote, had its own special place.
Her house was miles from town. It was nestled back in a large wooded area, making it hard to see from the road. I would spend hours exploring and climbing trees—even made a fort out of old timbers she’d had out in the shed. It wasn’t much to look at, but it’d been my special place—a special spot where I could see the beautiful house and barn across the street.
The enormous fenced-in lot, along with the hundred-acre property next to it, belonged to a man named Cotton, president of Satan’s Fury MC. Completely captivated, I’d watch him and the other bikers come and go from the clubhouse next door, beyond curious about each of them. With a simple climb up my favorite tree, I could pretend I was a part of their mysterious world.
I couldn’t imagine living in a better place. Mom, on the other hand, had despised everything about Gran’s place and would let her know just how much every chance she’d get. She was always picking fights and complaining about everything under the sun; seemed like there was nothing Gran could do to make her happy. I knew Mom had wanted to leave, but she had no place for us to go. She was stuck—or so I thought.
Mom proved me wrong on the morning before my tenth birthday. It seemed like any other morning. The house was quiet, so I assumed she was sleeping in like usual. I didn’t want to wake her, so I’d tiptoed into the kitchen and started to make my breakfast. I’d just sat down at the table and was about to dive into my bowl of cereal when someone walked in. I could tell by the familiar, light shuffle of her feet that it was Gran coming in to make her morning coffee.
My back was to her, so I hadn’t realized she’d been talking to me when she said, “Good heavens. That girl...She was never right. From the day she was born her head’s been in the clouds, chasing dreams she had no chance of catchin’. Just a damn fool.”
I had no idea what she was talking about, so I lowered my spoon into the bowl and turned around. The second I’d seen her face, all flushed with tears in her eyes, I knew something was wrong. “You okay, Gran?”
“No, child. I’m not.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Your momma has gone and disappointed me something awful.” She came over and sat down at the table next to me. I felt like my whole world had been turned upside down when she said, “That girl has never realized how good she’s had it. Always believed she was destined for something bigger...something better than she had here. Thought the world owed her something. Entitled…That’s what she was.”
“What’d she do?”
“You’re momma has done gone and left with that new fella of hers. Apparently, they’ve gone off to live somewhere in Florida.”
“They did?” I had asked, sounding more excited than disappointed.
“Yes, dear. They did.” Gran shook her head with disapproval. “I hate to say it, but she just wasn’t meant to be a momma. Never was able to see you as the treasure you are.”
I sat there for several moments, letting Gran’s words soak in. I thought about all the times Mom had threatened to leave, but I never really believed she’d up and go—especially without me. “Momma isn’t coming back, is she?”
“No, sweetheart. At least, not any time soon.”
There was a slight tremble in my voice as I asked, “Wh-what about me?”
Gran was in her late fifties. Her time for raising kids had come and gone, but unlike her daughter, she was very nurturing and loving. I should’ve known there was no way she’d turn me away. Relief washed over me as she leaned over, placed her hand on my knee, and said, “You can stay here with me.”
“I can?”
“Of course you can. You’re my family.”
“Okay.” It felt like a weight had been lifted. “I’d really like that.”
I should’ve been all torn up over the fact that Mom had ditched me for some guy she’d met in a bar, but in truth, I was happy she’d left me behind. I had no doubt I’d be better off with Gran. I watched as she motioned her hand around. “Well, you can see for yourself that I don’t have much. What you see is what you get—but you and me?—we’ll be all right. We got each other, and that’s a lot more than most.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Let me be clear about this...” Her tone turned serious. “You’re gonna have to do your part around here. Keep your room clean. Help with the yard and the dogs. Take out the trash.”
“Yes, ma’am. I will.”
“See? Such a good boy.” Gran reached over and pulled me towards her, hugging me tightly as she whispered, “I gotta say, your momma has done plenty of wrong in her time, but she did something right when she brought you into this world. You remember that, you hear?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Now, finish your breakfast and put that bowl in the sink when you’re done.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
It didn’t take long for Gran and me to slip into our own routines. While I was in school, she’d go down to her job at the Five and Dime, our local discount store. After school, I’d do my chores and homework; then I’d spend the rest of the afternoon playing out in the yard. We heard from Mom now and then, but there’d never been any mention of her return—which suited me just fine. Gran had been more of a mother to me than Mom had ever been, and she’d continue to be for the years to come. One year had rolled into the next, and even though things were far from perfect, they’d been pretty damn good. They got even better when a new member of the Satan’s Fury family moved in across the street.
I was outside fixing the starter on Gran’s Toyota when I noticed a commotion across the street. I stepped over for a better look and saw several guys leading a young girl into their clubhouse. There was something odd about this young girl’s arrival—something that made me curious to know more about her.
For the next few days, I’d find myself looking over to Cotton’s place, hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl, but she was nowhere to be seen. I couldn’t figure out what had happened to her. Then one day, she suddenly appeared at my fence. I’ll admit that even though she was younger than me, I felt a bit intimidated. I was tall and lanky, with horrible acne and two left feet, where she was a beautiful, dark-haired angel with the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. I was completely star-struck and unable to move, much less speak. I wasn’t sure she’d noticed me standing amongst the trees until I heard her mutter, “Hey.”
“Oh, uh...Hey.”
“I’m Lauren.”
“I’m Flynn.”
“Do you live around here?”
“Yeah.” I pointed behind. “I live up on the hill with my Gran.”
“I hadn’t even realized there was a house up there.”
I shrugged. “Lot of trees in the way.”
“Yeah, there are.” Her eyes skirted over me for a brief moment. “I just moved here.”
“Oh, yeah? From where?”
“It’s kind of a long story.” Her eyes filled with emotion as she murmured, “Not sure how long I’ll actually be here.”
“Oh. So, you aren’t staying?”
“I’m not sure yet.” She shrugged. “I guess I’ll have to wait and see how it all goes.”
“See how what goes?”
“Living here, I guess. I honestly don’t know what’s going to happen.”
“Your parents don’t know what they wanna do?”
“That’s not it.” Lauren looked up at me, and the e
xpression on her face got me right in the gut. “My parents aren’t really in the picture anymore.”
“Why not?” Knowing what I did about Satan’s Fury, I couldn’t help but ask, “Did something happen to them?”
“No. At least, not that I’m aware of.” Her eyes skirted up towards the clouds as she continued, “Guess you could say they didn’t have any use for me anymore, so I ended up here.”
“I know how that can be.” I’d been there before. I knew how scary it was to be so uncertain about your future and hoped I could make her feel a little better when I said, “Things will work out.”
“Well, I hope you’re right.” She glanced over her shoulder, and when she spotted Cotton standing on the front porch, she turned back to me and said, “I better get back.”
“Okay.”
She stared at me for a moment, then turned and started running back towards her new home. “See ya around, Flynn!” Seconds later, she’d disappeared into the house with Cotton.
In the days that followed, Lauren would come back to see me by the fence. At first, it was just casual small talk, nothing too personal, but over time, our conversations about Cotton’s horses or the weather turned into something more. Lauren and I had forged an unlikely friendship and started to share things that we wouldn’t have shared with anyone else. I grew to look forward to those conversations with her. In fact, at times they were the only thing that seemed to get me through the day.
“How’d you make out on that Algebra test?”
“I’m pretty sure I tanked it.” I picked up a broken tree limb from the ground and tossed it across the street. “I guess I’ll have to do that stupid extra-credit assignment after all.”
