Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119

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Gunner gave me some cheek about being with Demetri and said one day I would make him his mother–in–law, and I would one day be a grandmother, me a grandmother. If you had said that a few days ago, I would have replied, Impossible–I don’t have a child.” But now a child’s dreams are closer to becoming real, and I am still unsure how I feel. So many mixed emotions are flowing through me since meeting Demetri that I can’t process them all at once. I hadn’t thought that far ahead, and it was too soon to be talking about marriage; we hadn’t been together that long.

However, it feels right; Demetri makes me feel like a young girl again, hoping and wishing for all those things I had never managed to have.

In my short marriage to Skeleton, he got that name because he was tall, skinny, and very pale. No matter how much he worked outside, he never managed to get a tan.

Although we had a short marriage, and to be honest, it was not the best. Few knew he beat me; that alone would have turned the club against him, and the club was his world. I loved being on the bike and going on long club rides. He was a terrible, selfish lover, and I think all his bad qualities faded away when he died, and I tried to hold on to the good ones. I was never interested in another man, partly because of my first marriage; he cheated often, and I think some in the club knew that, but tried to hide it, but I always knew when he had been with another woman. He always felt inadequate, and when he cheated, how did I know? Because those were the nights he would hit me. His guilt over cheating was taken out on me, which I never understood. I had even mentioned that we could separate so he could be happy again. But he didn’t want the club to know he was a failure, and I had no way of leaving the place. I felt stuck, and in a way, his dying was my freedom, yet I stayed on and became the cook. Something I was good at, and they felt sorry for me, and let me stay on. I believe I helped the club members with more than just food.

Demetri left on his bike; it sounded good, and i look forward to being a pillion passenger soon. He had gone to collect Cora, and I had gone to the kitchen to prepare some snacks for the members still here, and possibly for Cora, as she would be ready for dinner if she came to the clubhouse, that is. I am going to prepare something for her regardless; someone will always eat it if Cora doesn’t.

While preparing the food, I was humming to myself. I am really nervous. Cora might be upset that I am with her father; it’s so soon to be adding another change to her already troubled life.

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I worry about her.

What she had gone through was terrible.

I don’t know it all, but what I had seen while helping her with the text and voice messages was awful, and my heart went out to her. I heard a little about her father being her uncle, and that’s when Demetri arrived to set the story straight. Demetri’s working on the uncle; he has a lot to make up for. The pain that Uncle put her and her mother through is enough to break anyone. But not Cora, she might be broken, but still standing, that’s a plus for that girl, no matter what has hit her down, she stands back up, back straight and faces it in the eye.

If Demetri and I do end up together, I would be proud to call Cora my daughter. That girl’s got guts, and a head on her shoulders. That sss and then standing up for the park in front of all those people would scare most people, yet Cora stood up, put the mayor back in his place, in a positive way, not out and out

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elaiming what was announced by the mayor as her work. Still, it was clear that it was her work, and she made many new acquaintances.

Yeah, that girl’s got a lot going for her, and I feel she was wasting her talents being a nurse. Nurses are vital, and Cora wasn’t wasting her time helping people. That’s not what I meant, just that there was so much more to her. I feel that she took up nursing to get away from those who were hurting her, like when she ran away to us here. Her true calling, I don’t think, was ever nursing, but it was a good fit at the time to keep her sane and to feel wanted and needed, because she was a caring nurse and we all need one in our lives at some point.

A woman who has no direction yet, but will hopefully find it in our club and our town, I have watched Cora slowly change, not so much coming out of her shell, but more like a pretty caterpillar turning into a magnificent butterfly. Blooming and growing before our eyes, if you cared enough to look and see.

Girls came in, took out the snacks I had prepared, and two ladies stayed to help make more. None mentioned the meal I was preparing; they knew better than to ask what I was preparing and for whom. That’s a benefit of having been in the kitchen for so long. I have gained some respect, not a lot, but it was more than when I was with my Skeleton. A lot of new faces have come to the club over the years, part of why I have a hard skin, and didn’t put up with any female wannabes trying to be more than they were, thinking that because they were with a patch member, it gave them power to order others around, they soon learn their place one way or another, not to mess with me.

The time came and went, and still no sign of Cora or Demetri. They had to have gone back to her place, maybe to shower and change. Think positive, woman, no second–guessing; it will only make you feel worse and come up with wrong answers. The correct answer was when Cora arrived and gave it. Making up scenarios won’t help. I kept telling myself off as I kept thinking bad things, just like I counsel others not to count chickens before they hatch, and here I am doing just that. I roll my eyes internally at how many of my own council suggestions I was breaking now that was the one in that seat.

I need to rethink how I communicate with others. Now I have fresh reminders of being on the other foot. I had forgotten how I felt when Skeleton died, and I came up with so many negative ideas and blamed myself for most of them when I had nothing to do with any of it. Took me years to get over my guilt about not doing more, only to realise there wasn’t more I could have done.

Now I am talking in circles and getting everything mixed up.

‘Stop it.‘ I admonished myself.

You’re only getting yourself all worked up, and it could be over nothing at all.

Cora might not act in any of the ways that I have conjured up in my head.

“Scones, can we have more party pies?” A prospect called out from the door, tomato sauce on his lips.

“Some in the oven,” I replied to one of the ladies close to the cooker. She pulled the tray out, plated them, and handed them to the prospect at the door.

“Thanks, oh Demetri called, he’s on his way, and can you make something for Cora, for dinner, she’s starved.” He didn’t wait for an answer; none rarely did. It was a given that I would do as asked, but that’s going to change soon. I am not going to be chained to the kitchen any longer. We have had a roster for years; it’s time to put it to use. I never took my name off before, and now I am removing it, not just breakfast, but giving myself days off, and this weekend, going on that ride, will be my first weekend off.

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had just finished plating up our Chicken Carbonara, one of Cora’s favourites, when she arrived at the kitchen door.

‘Time’s up, I thought as moved to put the food on the small table and set out utensils, a napkin, and a

bottle of water.

“Would you like tea, coffee, or juice with your meal?” I asked Cora as she walked into the kitchen, her face blank, giving no hint of how she felt.

“Coffee,” Cora replied as she walked closer to me, her voice calm and soft.

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