Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

Gunner POV

After leaving Cora in the capable hands of Scones, ensuring they contacted me if Cora needed help, I

headed to the workshop.

The workshop is fully equipped and better than the shop in town, serving both the public and club

members. We own several businesses in town, and they are run by club members. We do community work when called for, and other work around town. We are proud of our little town. We might be seen as trouble by some who have a fear of what they don’t know, but most who have been in the town for a long while are happy we are here, because we keep drugs out of our town, the best we can, and have been called upon a

few times to run some riffraff out of town.

Anyway, this workshop is the biggest shed we have on the property. It’s broken into sections: service, minor repairs, rebuilds (like the engine or gearbox), and wrecks that need more work than they are worth and can be broken down into parts if someone wants to put the effort into restoring the bike. It’s costly

and often not worth the effort for most guys.

My bike was in the minor repairs area, and that was where I was headed. I looked around as I walked. We have a few more bikes that need service, and we are too lazy to take them to town to get them done. We have a running tab; the guys pay at the end of the month, or have a payment plan in place if the job was large, and they were short on cash. It’s a business, even if it was on club grounds, and an extension of the

one in town.

“Gunner, what’s with the chick? Is she going to be a new club leg spreader?” One of the guys asked as I walked by, making his mates laugh.

“Wouldn’t mind giving her a go when you are done with her,” Another said, the three laughing as if it were a huge joke.

“Wonder if she’s up to multiple men at the same time.”

I stopped dead in my tracks, turned to look at them, man, my rage roaring so fast it scared me, that his making such a suggestion could work me up this fast. I had to count to ten before responding. Or this guy would have a broken nose.

“Stacks, I suggest you try thinking with your head instead of your d**k, because I am close to ripping you a new one. That woman is MINE. Got it! Besides, you don’t go around making lewd comments about people you don’t know. If you know what’s good for you, you will shut that hole you call a mouth and engage that pea brain of yours before you lose some teeth, and I might even remove that tongue, because nothing good comes out of the hole.” I growled the last part through my gritted teeth, my temper almost at boiling

point.

He raised his hands in surrender, the others looking on in shock. This was out of character for me. I have the reputation of never losing the plot, like ever.

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Got it, back off, man, it was a joke.” He defended himself, lying through his teeth.

Chere

“Not to me, if you touch that woman, or offend her or hurt her in any way, and you will find out why I am the enforcer of this club, she’s going to be wearing my patch one day, so keep your hands, eyes, and mind off her. Or any woman who says no. If I hear you force yourself on a girl, you might lose those things you

call balls.”

“Geez, you got it bad, man, really bad, no woman should twist your pants in that tight a knot, they are only

good for one thing, and some aren’t even good at that. Bros come first, always.” Stacks tried to deflect, but

only dug the hole deeper each time he opened his gob.

“Try saying that to any member who has a woman and see how they react. The president wouldn’t be so kind as I am right now if you called his woman a leg spreader. He would have you in the hospital so fast, you wouldn’t have the chance to fart.” I was still trying to calm myself down. This guy was pushing all my wrong buttons; at least I know that Cora is a trigger for me. Like no woman had done before. Even the chick I thought I loved, till I caught her with another guy. I walked away from her and the relationship. I was going to give her my cut, make her my woman; it hurt to walk away, but it didn’t break me. Cora might break me; if I can’t keep her, she’s the one.

“I would never….”

“You just did, but you’re so dumb, you can’t hear the bullshyt coming from your own mouth.” I turned away, my temper under control, leaving the men stunned at my sudden reaction, because I never lose control, not like that, ever. But for Cora, I almost completely lost it. I saw red and wanted to make him hurt.

My bike was left carelessly on the floor, like a crumpled mess. It hurts to see it damaged. It was my pride and joy, and I kept it in tip–top condition. I cleared a space, pulled my bike onto it, looked it over with a critical eye, and got it into a stand before working on it: removing the buckled front wheel, then the front forks. They are bent and would need replacing. From what I can tell, I was lucky. The most expensive parts weren’t damaged, the paintwork will need some work, but overall, considering how she bucked me off, I was expecting more damage than that. I was left alone for a while, as I lost time working on my bike. “Gunner,” the voice of our president called out, standing close by, but not encroaching on my space.

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I looked up at him and saw our VP with him.

“Sup?” I asked as I wiped my hands on some rags.

“Heard you had words earlier, care to give your side of the story?” Dozer asked, looking at my bike, before looking back at me. I had done a lot of work in a short space of time.

“What’s to tell? Stacks was running his mouth like usual, and I was not impressed this time.”

“You threatened him?”

So I gave him a word–by–word recount of what was said and how it was said. By the time I was done, even Oddball was fuming.

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