Page 1 of The Prez’s Daughter

Prologue

Charlotte Smith attempted to hide in plain sight, even though she knew it was pointless. Whenever Lucas and his cronies were out to cause some kind of problem, she was often their target, and it fucking sucked. She knew all it would take was to tell her parents, and the problem would be solved, no questions asked. The only issue with telling her parents was, they were currently in a good place. No fights had occurred between them, and Charlotte didn’t want to bring a reason for them to start.

All her life, even though they attempted to hide it, they did a crappy job. She was well aware of her parents’ lack of love for each other. The arguing, especially her mother, Nancy, when it came to nitpicking every little detail about her father, Doc. She knew their marriage was rocky from the start.

Charlotte loved both her parents, but once Jake, her little brother, was killed, it finally woke her parents up to exactly how toxic they were toward one another. She couldn’t stand it.

But, even after all that time had passed since the divorce, her mother, from time to time, still picked out Doc’s flaws, especially between his daughter and the club.

This would be a prime example of that—her being bullied at school for being the daughter of Chaos Monsters MC’s Prez. That was the only reason this was happening, and it was a nightmare.

Instead of enjoying the fair, she had clocked Lucas and his gang walking around. He’d find it incredibly funny to hurt her, especially with the club right here, guarding everyone. It had happened in the past.

All she had to do was get around the fair without being detected. Charlotte moved among people and didn’t dare go on any of the rides, for fear of what he might do.

She passed her father and Maeve, the makeup artist, who was a really sweet woman. She adored Maeve and one day hoped to learn to apply makeup. She tried to learn through the social media videos, but it wasn’t working, and she looked more like a clown. It’s why she had stopped buying makeup, because no one needed to see a girl with so much blush, she was like a beacon for aliens.

“Well, well, well, if it’s not little Miss Goody Two-Shoes,” Lucas said.

She’d been distracted by Maeve, watching her process, and Charlotte did what she did best, and ran.

Of course, Lucas and his friends followed, and she tried to sneak off into the girl’s bathroom, hoping that would be off limits to him. She hid in a stall, but that was not going to keep him out, as she heard him enter the bathroom. The sound of his feet and the footfalls told her he wasn’t the only one.

She had her feet up on the stall, so no one could see her, and she had locked it. Her heart raced as she heard him running his hand against the stalls, and of course, hers being locked didn’t exactly help.

All it took was two kicks and the lock sprung off the door. Charlotte cried out and tried to stifle her own scream as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her out. She was punched in the gut, then thrown against the wall.

“Now, fat girl, what are you doing hiding from me?” he asked.

“I’m not hiding. I was enjoying the fair.”

“You think you can take my fun away from me, huh? What do you say I make her suck my dick?” Lucas asked.

Charlotte felt sick to her stomach. This couldn’t be happening. The bullying, up to this point, was just punching, random kicking, name-calling, and threatening. This would go way too far, and panic flooded her body. What the hell was she to do?

They had a couple of his guys guarding the door, and Charlotte looked at the other girls in the group. She wasn’t sure if she could see them being uncomfortable, or if they didn’t give a fuck.

Lucas smirked and went to the belt of his pants. “You know, I’ve heard your mom is a real whore. She likes it rough.”

Just as he was about to pull down his zipper, the main door to the ladies’ room was shoved open. Even as there were two of Lucas’s friends guarding the door, they were no match for the strength of whoever was coming through that door.

The moment Charlotte laid eyes on Savage, she knew everything was going to be okay.

“I don’t like what I see here,” Savage said.

“Then I suggest you turn around and leave. This is none of your business.”

For a split-second, Charlotte thought he was going to do exactly that. “You know who she is?” Savage asked.

“There’s six of us, and one of you,” Lucas said.

Savage literally punched the two guys at the door, one fist in each man’s face, and they crumbled to the floor, out cold.

“Now there’s four of you.”

He shoved Natalie and Sarah into each other, then kicked them into a stall, making them fall against the toilets. They were not out cold, but she heard them sobbing.

No one had ever come to save her.