Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 139

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Chapter 139

Gunner POV

The cells were where I’d spent too much time lately, the stench of the place was permeating my skin, like a coating of blood and fear. The echo of prisoners’ screams continued in my head long after the sound had stopped; like a song that kept playing in your head, hours and days later, the sound a reminder of the troubles it brought along with it, and what was still to

come.

Death was the song.

The call for lunch couldn’t come soon enough, and my stomach agreed with that call, not jus my need to get out of the holding area.

What was going down didn’t reduce my hunger or put me off my food; the blood and urine were becoming the norm, and it worried me a little that I was becoming used to it, expecting the torture and death. Sooner or later, it was my job to clean those cells, ready for the next occupant. I no longer saw the people, but a room I needed to clean, like a maid at a hotel, stripping the bed and cleaning toilets; that was me, the enforcer, more than a maid at times.

Screw’s methods weren’t new to me. If he did start to do what he threatened to do, and begin to skin a man alive, I would have had to walk out.

That was a bit much even for me.

All this violence and blood in those cells had not put me off the thought of food, the grumbling of my stomach, the emptiness; I felt that needed filling; it might have seemed silly to think what Demetri showed us nearly put me off food, not the blood, screams, or stench, but a small broken item with a familiar motif on glass, one that most bike clubs would recognise. According to Demetri, he scanned it and double-checked that it was actually what he thought it was.

Devil’s Assistants.

That’s the name that motif belongs to.

The meanest, dirtiest, lawbreaking, scum bags that call themselves a club of bike riders; they

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emergency department when they brought in an injured member. I hate the thought that sh had touched that broken glass or treated any of those bikers, sullied her hands with their contempt, and breathing the same air was an insult.

Guess you got the idea; I loathe them. I never had a good time whenever I encountered ther

Now, they have touched our lives, here on our turf.

But why?

Who are they after?

Not us; we have stayed clear of them for years.

The sound of a woman arguing came from the dining hall, and as I reached the hall, some ladies were leaving, swearing and complaining as they went.

“Explain.” Oddball barked as he moved towards Cora. My instincts wanted me to rush over and protect her, but my curiosity had me moving, but not in a hurry, giving Cora and Scones a chance to explain. I could see Demetri was having a hard time doing the same; he too wanted to protect what was his.

“Those ladies feel entitled and don’t believe they should work in the clubhouse. They were rostered on last night and this morning in the kitchen. The dishes from last night were still in the dishwasher, and the kitchen was a mess; they didn’t come down till not to grab some lunch. I asked them to leave without food, as they were not fulfilling their assigned tasks; they don’t get to eat the food they should have prepared. I don’t know what the guys had for breakfast, as they didn’t make any, not doing their rostered jobs, and were letting the whole club of hungry men and ladies that are working down.” Scones looked like she had moved to vent, but Oddball raised his hand to stop her, and looked between Cora and Scones, then the

food on the table. Even I had noticed when I went to the kitchen for food that no one was in

there doing their job. Didn’t think much of it at the time. Not my place to chase up domestic chores; I have enough to chase up the men when they are slacking off.

“You shouldn’t have to chase up the ladies to do their job, and it’s wrong that you have to fix it. Your actions are noted, and those ladies will be dealt with.” Oddball spoke firmly, then proceeded to plate up some food.

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running. Still, it’s nothing new; I often hear of mothers, complaining at other clubs, like spo canteens, fund raisers, almost any event that requires voluntary workers, about how the same few appear to be the ones helping out, while the rest reap the rewards of their hard work. It’s the same here: you rostered on for a job, you do it, or miss out on the benefits.

Scones had every right to ban the ladies from eating if they hadn’t done their rostered jobs. nearly always involves a newly patched lady, who feels like she’s past what she considered her prospect stage, and now doesn’t need to keep working. Wrong. Work never stops; just how you are perceived does.

“Cora, did you recognise the piece of glass you handed over?” Oddball asked, having eaten most of his meal and was picking at the rest, his mind back on work again.

“I wasn’t sure if it was part of something larger, or just that piece was the whole motif, but what I saw reminded me of some tattoos I had seen on a particular mean, club, gang, whatever you want to call them, men; they often came to the emergency department with injured men, stirred the whole department up with their arrogant attitude, and security would

have to come and handle them.”

“Devil’s Assistant. They are called, and they are the only ones that use that branding.” I added casually. The table went quiet as they looked at me, mouths dropping open when they heard that name; it caused fear in most, and they didn’t need to be in the room to invoke that

reaction.

“Could it have been planted here? It’s only one piece, and it didn’t match any other fragment of glass I had been collecting. Its colour was different to the rest; that’s what drew me to it, how different it was, and how out of place it felt.” Cora didn’t sound concerned about the gang; she had dealt with them before, by the sounds of it.

“Could be. Need to look at the footage again. Only you know exactly where it was found. Think you could sit through the footage and pinpoint when it was thrown?” Oddball asked, looking at Hacker as he spoke, who nodded in agreement, a question not voiced.

“Don’t you have work soon?” Hacker asked before stuffing more food in his mouth, eager to finish and get back to his room and prepare for Cora’s arrival.

“Tomorrow night. Unless Bluey calls, she’s been changing me around a bit; I think they have some new nurses she’s trying out. I get the feeling I am being pushed out; it’s still the probation time, maybe she prefers not to have another member working in the hospital.”

Let me talk to Scrubs, find out what’s going on you shouldn’t be left in the dark the the

Subject dosed in Oddball manner

He’s fight Core shouldnt be left in the dark, and if Cara were anyone else and not who she is the would have been very hurtful and the person would be looking for new work

Not cool, the way they went about this not cool at all

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