Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 25

Cora POV

Today I started with a long shower, then breakfast, just some cereals and fruit, coffee, strong.

I looked at the message from Dad; he was pushing. I contacted my ex and my step–brother and was told

to stop being childish. Yeah, right, it’s all my fault, always was, and always will be. Nope, not happening,

and yet I still haven’t blocked his number. I don’t know why; maybe part of me was hoping that he would see me for a change and actually care. I never got any new messages from my stepmother. Good, I was going to block her if she got involved any further than those few not–so–nice comments.

Now my stepbrother’s messages.

Whoop–t–do–da, what a shock, almost the same as my exes, as if they conspired together, and I was the one in the wrong. What I saw was not true; it didn’t happen. Someone was framing them to hurt us as a family. Yep, same ole, same ole. They must think I would continue to believe the dribble that flows from the mouth. I might have been trusting and easy to trick, but not now, not ever again.

‘Stop, I am not interested. If you keep texting me these lies, I will block you too. I read it twice, changed it once and changed it back before pushing send. Almost immediately, I saw the three dots, moving; he was reading the test.

But he didn’t reply.

Good.

It was a lovely day outside, too good to be inside. A nice stroll around the area was in order. I needed to find out what’s close by, how long the walk to work would be, what sort of cover it has in the winter, and whether I could find a park where I could go jogging. Now my leg is not in so much pain.

I walked past the shops I had visited yesterday, and two blocks down was a larger mall, one worth investigating after I finished my walk to the hospital. I was timing it to get an idea of how long it would take to reach it. Fifteen minutes at a slow pace, not bad, even in winter, I can manage that.

I turned to leave. When my name was called out, i stopped and turned around, surprised to hear my name.

“What are you doing in town?” Bluey, of all the people to run into this early in the morning, I am sure this woman never sleeps.

“You’re just knocking off?” I deflected, but I knew it wouldn’t work. It was worth a try.

“I am tired, and cranking it has been a rough night. Now what are you doing in town?” She huffed, her hands on her hips, as if that would do anything to me.

“Yesterday, I got the all clear and moved into my room in town.”

“Does Gunner know?”

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“What’s it got to do with Gunner? He did his bit, looked after me while I mended; his guilty conscience is

clear, he doesn’t owe me, and I don’t owe him; we are all squared. Time for me to continue with my life. He paused long enough.” I didn’t feel those words. I wanted to stay in his arms, his bed, but trust is hard won, and he hadn’t won mine yet.

“He’s not going to like this, not one bit. When he returns tomorrow, be ready for him to come looking for you. Your part in the club now, you can’t just walk away like that.” Bluey gave me another huff before

turning towards where I could see her bike was parked. If I had seen it earlier, I might not have come so

close to the hospital staff entrance.

Gunner’s not going to like it.

Well, I have never done anything anyone else liked before, so why change that now?

Just look at all those messages on my phone, and it will show how much I do that’s right, according to others. Only at work did I feel wanted and needed. At home or with my boyfriend, I felt I was always trying too hard to please everyone, and now I could see they didn’t care about me, just what they could get out

of me.

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Why are they trying so hard to get me back?

Make me believe it’s all me?

Are they after what mother left me?

I haven’t checked that account in a while. I left all that to my lawyer and accountant. I get emails with updates on how the investments were doing, and I sign the tax declarations each year, but I have no idea

what

my

bank balance is now. I should visit the bank and get it all set up here.

The bank was not that far away, and it wouldn’t open for another hour. I looked down at my phone, at the map of the area, and there was a park close by. I followed the map, the park. It was a nice park with a cycle path that circled a pond with a statue in the middle, water squirting from its hands, and ducks and other waterfowl swimming around. Moving closer to the water was not that bad; the water was kept reasonably clean, and small fish darted about. Seats were about ten feet apart, with seats facing either the pond or the park. A bike rode past me at speed, too fast in my mind.

I walked the path that circled the pond, and it took at least half an hour to make it all the way around. This would be good for a jog; I can do two or more laps each time. Please, with my find, I moved back to the bank, where there was a small queue waiting outside. My phone said it was almost time to open. I leaned on the wall at the end of the queue and waited.

The moment the doors opened, the queue surged forward. I chuckled to myself at how everyone wanted to be first. Some went to the teller; others to a lady who greeted them, listened, and either directed them to sit on a chair or to go to a teller.

My turn came.

“Hello, I have recently moved to town, and would like to have my bank information updated.”

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“Name?” She asked in a bored voice, with the day just starting; I wonder what her voice will be like by the

end.

I gave her my name, and she punched it into the tablet in her hand, looked at me, and went back to her

tablet.

“Come this way.” Her attitude instantly changed.

“Please take a seat. I will inform the assistant manager that you are here.” She knocked on the door and

received a growl from the other side, making me think this whole branch was in a bad mood. If the boss

were, they would all be edgy.

“Send her in.” His excited voice rang out through the door.

A man in his fifties, who had eaten or drunk too much over the years, as he looked about ten months pregnant, greeted me with a fake smile and greedy eyes. I didn’t like this place already.

“How can we be of service?”

“Is the manager about?” I asked if he was like that slimy guy; I wasn’t banking on it.

“He will be here in about an hour. Would you like to book an appointment?”

“Why isn’t he here when the branch opens?”

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