Falling for the President’s Daughter – Satan’s Fury MC Read Online L. Wilder

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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)

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Falling for the President's Daughter - Satan's Fury MC

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L. Wilder

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𝗜’𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱. 𝗡𝗼𝘄, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲.
Satan’s Fury MC was a legend in our town. There was always some rumor going around about them.
As their neighbor, I knew some of them were true. But I didn’t give a shit. I was only interested in her.
I was just a kid when she moved in next door. Her name was Lauren.
She wasn’t only beautiful, she was strong and determined—and unapologetically so.
Cotton’s newly adopted daughter quickly stole my heart.
I would’ve done anything to have her—even if it meant putting my life on the line.

In our world, a man never truly knows what will come first. The bullet that brings his life to an end or his chance to find vindication.
It’s that sense of unknowing that can break a man or it can give him the strength to push even harder.
For me, it has always been the latter, but now, knowing it’s my daughter’s life that’s on the line, it might just fucking break me.
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Chapter 1


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.”