Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 30

Gunner POV

Cora was cute, and watching her see this place for the first time, it told me it was a good start to our date; her face didn’t hide anything of her awe, surprise, and tenderness. The view helped too; it’s a very romantic place, if you want it to be, and many come here to propose..

Marco didn’t disappoint when he burst into our room with his Italian energy, which makes this place alive. He can sing too, more than once; he has serenaded a couple when he knows a proposal or a wedding anniversary is happening.

The food was exceptional, his added touches to the combo were obviously because of Cora, and his way

of telling me he approved, not that I needed his approval. Marco was like a second father to me through my younger years. I would come here, in this room, and do my homework, because you could never find a quiet moment at home; someone always wanted me to do something, and my homework ended up being done at midnight, when everyone was asleep. I had to find a solution, and Marco gave me one. His sons were like brothers to me, all of us in this room doing homework, and being fed; his wife loved to fill our

stomachs before going home.

“Would you like dessert?” I asked softly, my thumb running over the back of her hand.

“God no, I am stuffed, fuller than a Christmas turkey.” I laughed, a full belly laugh.

“Want to go for a walk along the river?”

I walked the cycle track. I think it’s a bad name for this path because cyclists think they have the right of way and can make it dangerous for walkers. I had once suggested making two tracks. That suggestion got shot down, so I suggested a wider path, which also got shot down. Maybe when someone gets hurt, they will listen, because we walkers, joggers, and children have nowhere safe to walk unless we walk on the grass. Typical bureaucratic mess, the club even offered to pay the cost, but the organisers said it would not be aesthetically pleasing. Like the park had to look perfect, and the user’s safety didn’t count. The night was perfect, no cold wind blowing, like the weather decided to put on a good show just for us. The young adults were out swimming in the river, only the moon and the foreshore lights illuminating them, and their laughter floated in the air. Fishermen out on small boats, their rods in the water, trying to catch a meal or two, a few were sitting at the end of the jetty. rods in hand, bucket beside them for their catch, and a fishing tackle box they were sitting on, a thermos of something hot to drink.

“They look like they’re having fun.” Cora pointed to some guys jumping off a buoy not too far away. I was looking out at whom Cora was talking about, when Cora moved away from me, heading to the river edge. and squatted down, touching the water with her fingers. I felt the cold when her warm body left me, and I wanted to pull her back. I hadn’t noticed the night was getting colder.

“How can they do that? The water is freezing. Colder than a cold shower in the middle of winter, when the hot water runs out.” She shivered as she imagined it, making me laugh out loud, and when she stood up

Chapter 90

Claims

and turned back to me, drying her fingers on her jeans, I pulled her back to my side, where she belonged, when she was close enough, and shared my warmth.

That was our night, Cora saying little things, in her way, and me laughing more than I had in, I can’t remember how long. I don’t think she even realises how much that affected me, her little things, and her

giggle, which filled her whole face with joy. Never before had a woman captivated me, nor had I noticed

nuances like I am seeing with Cora. They were a means to an end, with Cora as both the end and the

beginning.

The lads back at the club would call me p***y whipped, and they would be right. I would give my left testicle to keep Cora as mine; she’s like the air that I breathe, and I can’t get enough of it. I don’t sound like the big bad biker, my reputation has me pegged as, and it’s not because she saved my life, it might have been at the start. However, my shaft said otherwise, but not now, now, I need to get her back home, in my life, and so does the club; all of the guys had come to care for her. Some women, well, the women that count, the patched ones, whores don’t count, and those girls don’t want her back, hoping I would soften to them, now that I have been seen as active again.

A cyclist came roaring up behind us, brushing my arm as he went by, hard enough to cause him to veer off

the path.

VINTRE

“Get off the path.” The rider yelled as he made his way back onto the path, not looking back at us or checking if he had hurt me when he brushed by. No light on his bike; the lighting on the pathway was enough. However, it was still dangerous, and he had a bell, but didn’t use it, to inform anyone that he was coming by, a simple thing that would make it less of a shock as they went speeding by.

“Are you okay?” Cora turned to me, looking at my arm and shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I rolled my shoulder, checking that it was okay.

“That’s the shoulder you dislocated, are you sure it’s not hurt?” Her face searched mine for any hint of pain

“It’s okay, really, it was just a small bump.” I defended, it didn’t even twinge, and I was more surprised when he came by so fast.

“But if that hit was on the right angle, and just enough force, that’s enough to put it back out so soon after hurting it, once dislocated, it weakens it, and can be out of place easier next time,” Cora explained, her nursing surging forward, as she took hold of my arm. I let her move it around until she was satisfied that i had not reinjured my shoulder. I knew what she was saying. The time she had put my arm back into place wasn’t my first time, and it won’t be my last. It was nice, though, that she cared; that thought did something inside, like another shard was broken away from my cold heart.

“They need to do something about those cyclists, they ride too fast, and too close to people, they could seriously hurt a child, with the speed they travel, do they ride that fast during the day too? Why do they allow it? Would it hurt to make the pathway wider so we can both be on it? What about the rollerbladers, or the skateboarders, they use this path too, but what I have seen was that they were more courteous and made their way around people with me in mind.” Cora nailed it on her first walk on this path, what the problem was, and didn’t need any coaxing from me. If a new person in town can see it, why can’t the

Chapter 30.

council?

“We have tried, but until there’s someone seriously hurt, I dorit think the town planners will change it.” I

sighed, having had this argument with the council many times.

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