Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 28

Gunner POV

Leaving Cora behind was difficult; that kiss was not enough to satisfy me. I needed more time with her. Like all day and night, in that bed, making up for being away for too long. But at least I got to see her, and she didn’t push me away.

The meeting went too long. We didn’t get any real answers, and being the enforcer, I will have to be in the cells for further integration, not that we had much to go on. Could it be someone in our past trying to even the score?

In the cells, it was the same story, no changes. Even when we told them about the man who was shot, they appeared nonplussed. They didn’t know the man. When we showed the picture of him, maybe they really didn’t know anything at all, and weren’t lying, they were too far down the chain of command, and the person they report to might not be far enough up the chain to know much.

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Kit was our best bet, and it was a pity she didn’t know the man. Kit’s terrible at hiding the truth; her face

tells the story before her mouth can form a lie. When she looked at the picture, her face was still blank.

“What are we going to do with them in the cells?” I asked when we returned to the meeting and continued

discussing the fruitless exercise.

“For now, nothing. They can rot there for a while longer. Give them soup once a day to keep them alive, and that’s it. They caused us trouble, and it could have resulted in deaths. You were lucky, Cora saved your life. Where is she, by the way? We know she left the clubhouse,” Lobster asked, not having had a chance to

catch up on the club gossip yet.

“Nurses‘ housing in town,” I replied, unsure what it had to do with anyone but me.

“Bring her back, she belongs here, she split blood for us, that makes her one of us.” Lobster pushed, as if

he had the right to.

“Don’t tell me how to handle my girl; she will be back when she’s ready to return.” I defended, ready to hit a

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brother for her.

“Well, you’re not handling it well.” Lobster spat back.

Oddball banged his hand on the table.

“Stop, Lobster, you are out of line, leave Gunner to handle his woman, it’s none of our business.” Oddball, growling the Lobster.

“He’s not doing a good enough job.” Lobster mumbled.

“We just got back, he hasn’t had time to even fuk her. If I hear you complaining about this again, you will get guard duty for a month.” We all hate guard duty. With the three that are in the cells, it stinks down there. The prisoners do not get washed. If they are lucky, they may spray you down with a powerful

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eold water hose once a week or once a month, depending on the guard’s mood.

If we are done, I need to shower and change. I have a date with my girl.” I said, standing up, waiting for Oddball to dismiss me.

“Go, say hello from Scones and us.” Oddball dismissed me.

“Not the rest of you, wait, I have more to say.” I don’t know what else Oddball had to say, and I wasn’t hanging around to find out.

A quick hot shower, and then I looked in my closet to find out what to wear. I had most of my clothes in the wash, didn’t have time to wash some before we took off, and now i have added to the washing pile when I get back. I found a pair of old black jeans that I hadn’t worn in a while and pulled them on. Yep, they still fit. Paired with a black button–up shirt, my jacket, and cut riding boots. I brushed my hair and beard, wondering if I should get both trimmed soon, as I am starting to look scruffy.

I grabbed my washing and took it down to the laundry. Strike was in there doing her’s and Oddballs.

“Want me to run them through the wash?” She offered a nod to the basket in her hand.

“If you don’t mind and have time.” I never assumed the ladies have nothing to do; I believe they have more

than we assume.

“I will make the time, you going to see Cora?” She asked as she took my dirty clothes and loaded up one of the washing machines.

“Yes, taking her on a date.” I beamed, not sure where yet, but hopefully something will come to mind by the

time I pick her up.

“Take her to Machellie’s, that’s a great Italian restaurant, we own it, so they always have a table for us.” Strike and the ladies all like Cora, she fitted in, and not because she took a bullet, that was the men’s

thinking.

“Thanks for the tip, might be a good place to start our night.” walked out with a spring in my step and a destination that I didn’t have a few moments ago.

going

to get in. When it The ride went quickly, and soon I was pulling up at the gate, wondering how I was started to open, Cora must have known I was here; there was a camera that might show who was at the gate, which I hadn’t noticed the first time. I rolled up the drive slowly, trying to respect the nurses who may be on the night shift and could be sleeping right now. Cora was waiting at the door, man, she looked too good, all in black like me, and killer boots, I liked what I saw, even a leather jacket on, which I don’t remember seeing before in the closet. It must be new, but doesn’t look it. I want to walk her back inside and strip all her clothes off, but I restrained myself, as Scones voice rattled in my head, words of ‘taking it. slowly‘, had me stopping my wayward thoughts from becoming action.

“Ready?” I asked, offering a spare helmet, not climbing off the bike as I should have, but if I did, I was

unsure I would make it out of here tonight. I wanted, no, needed her that much, talk about blue balls, my shaft was so hard already, and all I did was look at her, and hear her voice.

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Cora touk the helmet and fiddled with it until she huffed and moved to me for help putting it on.

“Ever been on a bike before?” She shook her head no.

“I’ll take it easy till you get used to being on the back, lean with me, don’t fight it.” She nodded again, and I wondered whether she understood or was nodding because it was expected. She climbed on the back, and I sat back, waiting for her to get settled.

“Arms around my waist, or you might fall off.” She put her arms on my hips, I grabbed them and pulled them around my waist, till I had her happy, she was holding on tighter.

I took off slowly, the gate opened when I broke a beam across the driveway, and I waited for it to finish opening enough for me to scoot past. As tempted as I was to give the bike some throttle, I resisted and rode at the speed limit, almost unheard of for me.

We weaved between cars that had stopped at the lights, and made it to the first car as the light turned green. I looked for any red light jumpers, as I continued through the lights, before the rest of the cars had

taken off, it was light traffic, and instead of going straight to the restaurant, I drove around for a little while, trying to gauge how Cora was doing on the bike, I touched her thigh, to confirm she was still okay, she was a natural on the back, not that I had women on my bike, she was my first, except for my sister, but I have had guys on the back when their bikes broke down and needed a lift.

Cora seemed okay, so I took the long circle around till the Restaurant came into view. I parked around the back in the staff car park, turned off the bike, removed the key, turned offered my arm to aid Cora climbing off the bike, when she was standing, I kicked the side stand out, and leaned the bike before climbing off, removed my lid first, and put it on the mirror, the helped remove hers and place it on the other mirror.

“Where are we?” The back car park was nothing to look at, but it was safe and clean, aside from the bins.

“That’s the back of Michellie’s Italian Restaurant, hope you like Italian.”