Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 111

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Chapter 111

Demetri POV

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The bed still had the slight hint of Cora in it, and Gunner, although for me Cora’s scent was stronger, even though Gunner lived in this room longer, I think it was a father recognising his own flesh and blood, in a way that DNA results can’t see. It’s all in the senses, touch, and smett; Cora looks like me more than her mother, although I can see some of Dianne in Cora. Cora even had little quirks of mine.

Lying in here, on a bed she had lain on, smelling her, she didn’t smell tike Dianne. I am having trouble remembering how Dianne smelt, even my memory of Dianne was fading, some things remain, like how her laugh made me feel, but I couldn’t describe that laugh now, that sounds gone. The more I tried to picture Dianne in my mind, the more disappointed I got, because that woman had slipped away, for good. I have memories of how we were together, the good times, but not the little things anymore. Guess time had closed that door for me, and as I don’t have a video of her to help remind me, it’s gone and faded away.

Time to look forward now, been chasing that ghost for too long, and I think I know just the lady to fill that void.

Sleep came, and it was peaceful, for the first time in ages. Maybe it was thinking of a new lady I might have in my life, or the smell of Cora, something good, clean and calming, but I felt that since meeting Cora, my life was changing, for the better. I have not felt this good in a very long time. I had something to look forward to, no longer the day–to–day routine, and felt drained and empty at the end, and woke feeling like the day was going to be long.

I was actually looking forward to what the day would bring. I felt lighter, like half my troubles were gone or no longer mattered. My focus was changing. This club had a challenge that I could get my teeth into; it was the type of investigation I was good at, my men were good at, on the surface, I own high–rise buildings, and a security business and a few investments where friends needed backing, that I got a dividend from, but the security side was my passion. It was my first business after parting from my family, under grandpa’s orders. Grandpa thought I would flounder and ask to come back, but I didn’t, and as the

only child, my father had said more than once that he would will all his fortune to charity, good for him. I

don’t need his money or business; I am richer than he is now. He would know this, even though I have not

spoken to him since Grandpa died, he wants, nothing to do with me, and I am just fine with that. I have

more important things to do right now, including the club, Cora and sweet Scones.

It’s good to have something to look forward to again.

My overnight bag had been brought over by one of my men, I showered and changed into jean and shirt, not feeling the need to wear a suit here, it would be so out of place, another, freeing part of meeting Cora, was that I didn’t need to dress to impress, being all dressed up did nothing for her, she was a down to

earth woman. It was refreshing to have someone like her.

Made downstairs around six; seemed most were asleep. The place seemed quiet. Made my way to the kitchen, and there was Scones, alone, cooking up a storm. I leaned on the doorframe and watched her

work humining softly to herself, but couldn’t catch the song. She

wiggling to it, not a lot, but enough for me to start to react, and my jeans were getting tight. This was new; it’s been a long time since I watched a woman and gained a b**** like this. It’s refreshing.

Scones turned.

Squealed, her hand on her chest.

“You scared me.” She huffed, taking in some deep breaths

“I am scary?”

“No, I didn’t hear to come in. How long have you been standing there?”

“About two songs, I think.” I smiled at her when Scone’s mouth dropped open.

“That long, coffee?” She moved to the coffee pot and started pouring a mug before I even answered.

“Need a hand in here?” I asked as I took the mug from Scones, her eyes widening.

“Do you know your way around a kitchen?”

“What, you wound me, woman?” I mocked back, my hand over my heart.

“Then come scramble some eggs.” Scones pushed a bowl, two dozen eggs, and a whisk at me, and I took a seat by the bench and started cracking eggs.

“When do you finish work?” I asked as I finished adding twenty–four eggs to the large bowl and started

whisking.

“Party tonight, Oddball and Strike have their first child on the way, so around nine I guess.”

“That’s long hours to be working in the kitchen.”

“I take breaks and leave the women to clean up; it’s not so bad.” Scones shrugged like it was nothing.

“Let me be honest with you, I am attracted to you. I haven’t had this reaction in a very long time. Are you interested in dating, or just a few romps in bed?” I don’t know how that sounded. I am a bit rusty at chasing women; they normally come to me to flirt. I haven’t had to work for it in a very long time.

“You are interested in me? I am just cool.”

“There’s nothing ‘Just‘ about you, look at what you do to me.” I stood up and pointed to my tight jeans.

“Looks like you have a generous package in there.” Scones laughed and turned back to the stove, but not before I saw the pinking of her cheeks.

“I will let you investigate that package, when you have some free time, if you are interested. I have to admit, I am a little rusty at wooing a woman; you might need to give me some pointers.” I joked as I got back to whisking the eggs.

“No need to be wooing this woman, it’s been years since my man died and I haven’t had an interest in another since,” Scones said, and my heart just about stopped.

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“Surely you can feel the chemistry between us,” argued back, not giving up that easily.

Clar

I feel that chemistry, but would it be an insult to his name to take another man?” Scones countered back.

How can I fight a ghost?

“No, you will always carry a piece of him in your heart, and I won’t be competing with that memory, but making new ones that we can both share” A lady walked int and started to get food out of the fridge.

“Morning.” The woman said as she got to work.

“Morning.” Scones and I both replied to the new person in the room.

“Let me think about it, we have a lot to do today, no time to think about new ideas.” Scones didn’t say no; that was a boost I needed.

“Eggs are ready, do you want me to cook them?” I asked, looking at what else I could add to the eggs to give them some extra flavour.

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