Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100

comfortable, and I felt like I had come home after being lost for so long It was a good feeling

A hot, refreshing shower, and taking a bit of time to answer more emails, and check in on the managers of my businesses, and it was time for food, and get today started.

My men were up, not a surprise, I bet they did rotating watch, without me having to ask. They were good like that, seeing a problem and assessing it before bringing it to me, or acting on it quietly and letting me know what they had done. I trust them to keep me safe and still enjoy doing their job. They did enjoy the barbeque, working but having fun. I am not a strict boss, if I can see you are doing your job.

We were in the dining hall and had just begun breakfast when Cora and Gunner arrived, both looking like they could have done with a few more hours‘ sleep. Doing all–nighters wears you out, even the young; you don’t bounce back fast. Cora more or less informed us what we would be doing today. My lead guard raised an eyebrow at her, telling me what to do, and I winked at him with a grin. No one, and I mean no one, had ever told me what to do in a very long time, not since my divorce and putting my parents back where they belonged. Not since grandpa died, and glad that nasty bully was gone.

We left Cora behind, something about sorting out the staff. I ordered my men to be nearby at all times; she might need their muscle if sackings were on the cards.

Don’t ask me why, maybe something deep inside me spoke the words that I so desperately needed to hear when I was courting Dianne, but I told Gunner he had my blessing. Stupid, Stupid, stupid, he didn’t need it, but I needed to express it. Selfish of me. It’s done now, and I hope it doesn’t come back to bite me.

The clubhouse was exactly as I anticipated: bikes everywhere, men busy working, others standing around chatting, smoking, and just being there. Something was happening, I could feel it, but couldn’t see what. The men standing around tracked our arrival, their eyes never left the knives in my back. I noticed no women hanging around outside; I guess that’s only on party nights, which are last night and tonight.

Inside, I was walking into a bike movie, a long bar, two men behind it, busy restocking and cleaning, a woman cleaning tables and the floor, which was a little sticky, stool seats looked like tractor seats, but in leather, pictures on the walls, a remembrance plaque with a lot of names already on it. A part was sectioned off. I guess that for club members, the place smelt of stale beer, a smell most places that serve alcohol smell like.

Oddball took us past his office and to a room out the back. Inside, we found a door that led us down to the cells, the smell of urine, puke, fear and blood, a smell I am very familiar with, that hit us when the door opened, at the bottom of the stairs, and got stronger as we went in deeper. Men stood outside of two doors, watching us approach. They nodded to Oddball; no

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