Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

Cora POV

+25 Points

At home, I had a quick shower, knowing Demetri was waiting to take me to the clubhouse, and to face Scones as his girlfriend, and his future wife if he had his way. Demetri agreed with me when I said he was moving fast, but he maintained it was love at first sight and that he wouldn’t give up easily; his mind was made up.

Scones will be riding behind Demetri tomorrow, and he wants her here in my life.

How do I feel about that?

A new mother figure, I have had two of those so far.

Is the third one lucky?

My mother, who tried to care for and love me, teaching me what she could in her short life, and my stepmother, who was not my stepmother and hated me all the time, it was not until I found out that my uncle wasn’t my dad that I started to understand why she hated me.

How will Scones treat me, now that she will no longer be the cook, but the wife of a billionaire?

Will she change and let the money and title change her?

Being Demetri’s wife might come with a lot of responsibility, not just being on the arm of the richest bachelor, who was at the top of the most eligable men in the world. The world will judge her, and no matter who she was, they would find fault, because that’s what jealousy does. Wrongfully judge.

Wonder if Demetri or Scones had thought of the media fallout over him claiming a woman. He was careful in how he worded his press release, stating he had found his daughter, whom he had known about and had financially supported all her life, but hadn’t been in a position to claim me, as he had publicly until now.

Financially supported, it was an interesting comment, and one he was looking into, to find out what my uncle did with the money. So far, what he had found out was, as I had said, that not one cent came my way from that account. Guess only he can deal with my uncle am not interested in any physical revenge; I don’t need them beaten up. I would like him to lose all the money and be bankrupt, taking away all his rich lifestyle, which was built on money that should have been mine, and see how my aunt feels when she can’t go to the spa or shop at Victoria’s Secret or some other expensive place for overpriced clothes. Then the five–star restaurants my aunt loves to eat at, because she can’t cook. Yes, please remove all privileges so they can experience the lack of backup or support. Just like my aunt thought she had done to me until she found out, I owned more than my uncle did, and I went around the house breaking stuff until my uncle explained to her that she was breaking things he had brought. Ha, he had brought it all with my money, so yeah, keep breaking them.

Demetri was sipping coffee and working on his laptop when I came downstairs and entered the sitting room, where he was waiting. It didn’t surprise me that he was working; he does that every free moment he gets, a very busy man. That part of him rubbed off on me; I do the same. It’s eerie how many things we do that are the same, yet he was never around to actually copy, maybe genetics?

“Ready?” Demetri asked, looking up at me as I entered.

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“Yes, I am starving. They have food here, but I doubt you want to hang around while I eat. So let’s get this show on the road. Demetri saved his work and closed the laptop.

“Let me put this in the office, and we can go. I had asked Scones to make you something for dinner, so it should be ready by the time we arrive there.” Demetri was proving to be thoughtful, but then he wouldn’t be who he is if he didn’t think quickly on his feet.

The ride to the clubhouse was short, only down the road, and the car park was not overly full. I had expected more to be here on a Friday night. But then it was a members–only day, according to Gunner, or at least closed to the public tonight. No public is to be in here till the shooter’s situation is dealt with. Some ladies who regularly come to serve the men won’t be allowed in either. Men would have to find other ways to meet their needs. Oddball will go ballistic if, while we are away, they let outsiders into the compound, which is the fastest way to be kicked out of the club.

Oddball was the only one who could allow anyone in; that’s not part of this club. He let Demetri’s men in because of what they would be doing for us, in catching the shooters, and they needed to be seen as allies to this club. The political side of all of this was beyond me, having never had anything to do with bike clubs before, and I still don’t understand it all, but then I don’t really need to know, being Gunners‘ arm candy.

“Babe, Scones has your dinner ready. Want me to come with you?” Gunner asked when I entered the bar room, moving to me, and pulling me into his arms, giving me the kiss I was expecting when I came out of work.

“No need, unless you need food too.”

“No, I have eaten already.” Gunner looked a little guilty, but he shouldn’t be; it’s past ten at night, and he should have eaten a while ago.

“Then stay out here, you don’t need to sit and watch me eat, I won’t be long.” I gave me another short kiss and headed to the kitchen, where I was sure Scones was waiting, and most likely panicking over how I took the news that she and Demetri were together, and that she was the reason he hadn’t come home. Bet she had gone over every idea she could come up with about how this would go down, and most of them won’t be good. Poor Scones, I know what an imagination can be like, been there done that.

Scones saw me arrive, put the plate of food on the table, and politely asked me what I wanted to drink. There were other people in the kitchen, so I politely sat down as I asked for coffee.

The chicken carbonara was exceptional. Scones can cook some of the most flavoursome meals, whether it’s for one person or hundreds, she’s gifted in the kitchen, as I ate I watched as Scones organised the ladies for breakfast, informing them she would be going on the ride, surprising them, none thought she would ever leave the kitchen to others, she had been an icon for years, want Scones go to the kitchen, nine times out of ten, you will find her in there.

“Do you want a refill?” Scones asked, trying hard not to hover around me, but I knew she kept looking over as I ate; she must be going out of her mind, waiting for me to say something, and I was trying hard to think about how to talk about it.

“Please grab a cup for yourself; it’s time to talk.” Scones took my plate away and made us both a coffee.

Scones placed me in front of me, and slipped into the chair opposite. I took the cup in both hands and let its warmth seep into my hands. The heat is grounding me as I sort through my thoughts and the hundreds of ways I was going to talk about this.

Chapter 120

+25 Points

“How do you feel about Demetri, besides how he is in bed, that part I have no wish to discover.” I thought Td better add that in before Scones thought to tell me the ins and outs of their time in the bedroom.

“The moment our eyes met, we had a connection. Not lust, but something deeper, like two searching for something and not knowing what it was you are looking for, until our eyes met, and yes, in the bedroom, I am more than satisfied in that department. Demetri treats me like I am the world to him, gentle, kind, and listens when I speak.” Scones said softly, her eyes never leaving her cup as she spoke.

“That’s all well and good, but that didn’t answer my question. How do you feel about Demetri?” I pushed. I don’t want Demetri to be duped, not that I feel Soones was that sort of woman, but I had to be sure. What happens between the two of them will affect me if I agree with Demetri and have Scones move into my home.

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