Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Gunner POV

A meeting was called, yeah, yeah, I have heard of other clubs calling the meeting church, but not us, maybe because we have a member who was called preacher, and he used to quote Bible stuff all the time. Put us off using that word for calling a meeting.

We discussed staying close to home until we find out who was taking pot shots at motorists, this was more than the one we have in the cells. Until we get that bike home, and do a thorough look over it, we don’t know for sure if it was a shooting, or a simple mistake on the bike, but so far all reports from the guys with him, it sounds suspiciously, like what I had, but with the kid having less experience, didn’t react quick enough to keep his bike under control. He paid the ultimate price for lack of experience.

The police had at long last called it suspicious. I had been told before that they had said misadventure, but news just came in that it was changed, especially after all the truck drivers complaining about a sniper, and that man shot a few towns over, right in front of us. Maybe we aren’t the only ones this person has a grievance with. Whispers of a gun club running a competition, the most hits, and don’t care what they hit, or kill. That whisper was the worst kind, because it puts everyone in danger, not just our town, but other towns too. Which brings us back to the guy who was shot, was he a random target or something else?

I hate all these unanswered questions.

My phone rang while we were still in the meeting.

“Answer it, better be important,” Oddball yelled at me. I knew to turn off the sound of the phone in the meeting, but with all that was going on, and fast, I hadn’t thought of it.

I put it on speaker so that Oddball could hear. His reaction was faster than mine; he ordered the guys to join me as I went to help my girl. She sounded scared, and I didn’t like that sound at all.

“Gunner.” I was climbing on my bike when Oddball came chasing me. I turned and waited for him to speak. “Bring her home; she doesn’t sound safe there.” I nodded, but it was still her choice; if she said no, I wouldn’t like it, but I wouldn’t force her out of her own home, not yet. If the visitors didn’t give up and make her life worse, then maybe bring her here against her will. Not the best idea, but that’s the best any of us could come up with. We thought our place was the safest place, with these pot shots at people if we are targets, that puts a different target on Cora’s back, then we aren’t the safest place, it’s half of this and half of that, and neither sounded safe in my mind.

Ten of us, including me, arrived at the gate, which slid open as we approached. I led the way to Cora’s door, where two guys and a girl had been banging on it, and they stopped and turned to watch us arrive. They weren’t scared or worried, just curious, because they didn’t know they should be scared, that we were Cora’s backup plan. If I couldn’t have made it because of the club commitments, we would have sent someone here, someone she would recognise.

I pulled up outside her door, the guys as close to me as they could park, I kicked the side stand, and

Chey

elimbed off, removing my helmet. Still, they stared, still not seeing the danger they had caused.

“You are making quite a racket; there are complaints. I suggest you move on and never return.” I spoke clearly and carefully, while rage built inside of me. These people must be the ones who hurt Cora. She hadn’t said much, only to Scones, but now that trouble had arrived at her door, I wanted to know more.

“I am Cora’s boyfriend. I have a right.” He didn’t get to say any more when Cora’s door flew open. She looked like she was about to cry. Before my brain could think clearly, Cora came out of her home and ran to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I instinctively pulled her to me and held her tight. Kissing her

hair.

“We are here now, sweetheart, you are safe.” I cooed softly, trying to stop the sobs that had started to flow. “What the fuk, who are you?” The ex–boyfriend asked, the three of them moving towards Cora and me.

I looked up at him with rage.

“Her real boyfriend,” I replied, claiming that title whether Cora approved or not. We were dating, that was enough for me.

“Cora?” The girl called out softly, but with fear in her voice.

Cora pulled her head off my chest and looked over at them.

“Get out, go away, I don’t want you here, I made that clear in my text message, and by blocking you,” Cora spoke not with anger or venom, just sadness and hurt.

“You were misled; that video was fake. Whoever put it together must hate us very much.” The other guys said, trying to coax Cora to believe what even I could see were lies.

“You are full of manure, you know that. The video was not fake. It was taken on a phone, by the person who saw it.” Cora, trembling in my arms, but not letting go of me, looked at the three with hurt and betrayal.

“No, someone’s lying,” the girl said, in defence, as she took a step towards us. One of my brothers stopped

her.

“Agreed, that there are some lying scumbags, and those liars are the three people: you, Jake and Paul, lying through your teeth. I say again, leave me alone, go back to your sordid lives and keep me out of it.” Cora’s voice was stronger now.

“No, no, you’ve got to believe me, it didn’t happen,” The guy said, begging to be believed.

“Over the past few weeks since I came here, I have reviewed the past year, and worked out that it was about six months ago, no maybe seven now, that things changed, the three of you together more often, staying over night together, what hurts was I thought that you Sally–Anne was falling for my stepbrother, so I didn’t question you always around, but seeing you that night, the three of you in that bed. All of it fell into place. You three have been together, all that time, right under my nose, fooling me all that time. Leave me alone and stop lying; it only makes it worse.” Cora had more heat in her voice.

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“That video is a fake, please believe me.” The quy actually sounded almost believable.

“Do you want to know why I know that it isn’t fake?” Cora asked, staring at the three of them.

They nodded. I guess they wanted a name to pin the blame on.

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