Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Cora POV

It gave me a small sense of satisfaction to see their shocked faces when I told them it was me who took the video. I was positive I had already told them this. Still, for some reason, they didn’t believe me, or didn’t read that message at all; either way, they saw I wasn’t having anything to do with them, and hope this time they stay away from me.

The three were escorted out and told to leave town, if seen in town again, they will be forcibly removed if necessary. I felt loved and wanted, and they asked nothing from me or expected anything. Gunner told them I needed help, and they dropped everything to come to my rescue. No one had ever done that before. Not since my mother had died, she was the only one who had my back, dad was okay till she died, and then changed almost overnight, we were never that close, although I tried to believe I was a daddy’s girl and loved, but maybe it was just when mum was around that he tried to play the part.

The others left, heading back to the clubhouse, while Gunner stayed.

“That smells good,” Gunner said as he followed me to the kitchen.

“I hope it’s not ruined because of them,” I said as I inspected the food, and was glad it wasn’t spoiled. I

warmed it back up, made a salad, before cutting the steak, a quarter for me, and three–quarters for

Gunner. I placed it on the table with the salad and potato bake, warm bread rolls, and pepper and

mushroom gravy.

Gunner let out a moan that sent a thrill through my body and rested in my groin. I think my panties are wet again. I might need to start wearing panty liners to stop them getting wet all the time. Dinner done, Gunner helped me clean up, and then it was time for questions and answers.

Gunner led me to the lounge, sat me down, took my hands in his, and looked at me with a serious face.

“Talk to me, help me understand what went down earlier.” Gunner’s voice was soft, but full of concern.

I started by explaining who the three people were, how long I had dated Jake, how long I had known Sally–Anne, how she was there for me, when my mum died, and we were inseparable, then when Dad brought the dragon from hell to be my stepmother, and her son, who was okay, but how much my life changed, because I became invisible, and Paul became Dads only child. Sally–Anne was there for all of it. I trusted her, and I tried to like Jake until I discovered what they were really like: the hurt, the betrayal, and

the lost trust.

“Show me the video.” I hadn’t wanted to talk about all of this, but I guess if I am to find some closure and move forward, maybe sharing it with a man might give me a different perspective, because Scones‘ reaction was about the same as mine, I pulled out my phone and found the video.

“Give me your honest thoughts on this,” I requested weakly, and handed my phone to him.

He pushed play, and the sounds came from the phone, taking me back to that night, that betrayal.

“Jesus, Fuk, you took this?” Gunner asked as he continued to watch the show.

“Yeah, I finished my double shift two hours early, and thought I could catch my boyfriend before he went to bed, and got that instead I tried not to cry, but my body betrayed ine, as most things in my life, and those dreaded tears trickled down my face.

He handed me the phone back, not saying a word. What could he say? The proof was right there. I cleared the screen and went back to the screen saver. A picture I took of Gunner, from when we were at Lucy’s fuel stop. He was coming out of the side door, heading to me, a smile on his face.

“Want to talk about that?” Gunner asked, pulling me to him, my head on his chest, rubbing my back.

“I wanted your take on it. Scones gave me hers, which was about the same as mine, but what do you think, was I overreacting?”

“What do you feel?”

“Hurt, betrayed, broken trust, hatred, and self–doubt.” I tried to list it all, but there were other emotions that

I had yet to label.

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“Hurt, Betrayal, and trust I understand, even hate, for what they had done behind your back, for however

long, that didn’t look like the first time. I suggest you never doubt yourself, you had done nothing to

deserve what they did, and to try and cover it up, trying to make you believe it was not real, I assume they

have done cover–ups before, and you believed them, because you trusted them.” I nodded as he spoke, it

was all true and honest.

“Now to arrive banging on the door like that, trying to get you to forgive, and maybe go back home, there’s more to this than being caught and needing forgiveness, do you know what that might be?” Hmm, I hadn’t thought beyond not wanting to see them again.

Before I could answer, his phone rang.

“Gunner.” He listened, and I smiled when he nodded, because the caller wouldn’t see his nod.

“Understood, will be back soon.”

“Club duties?” I asked, not expecting him to tell me much.

“Yes, today we lost a young rider, eighteen years old, it looks like he might have had his tyre blown. I need to go over the bike; the police completed their investigation of it. Now it’s my turn, because we don’t think the police are taking this seriously yet.”

“I understand, need me o comfort someone?” I thought of Scones and how hurt she might be. I know she thinks of all the young members as her boys. I thought they had the shooter, but I guess there must be

more than one.

“Actually, I need you to pack up and come back to the club. I don’t trust those three not to come back and start again. It would be a load off my mind if you came back to live with me. After all this settles, if you want to return here, I won’t get in your way, but I hope you’ll stay. We can still go on dates, we can’t do a

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ride to Lucy’s again for a while, it’s too dangerous.” I heard his worry, and with all that’s going on, my problem was fixed by simply moving back to the clubhouse. I can see the merit in his request.

Chase

“To be honest, I don’t feel safe here anymore. If they can enter so easily, who else can? I need to think.” I replied, having already thought, from the moment they knocked on my door, that I needed to leave here, but hadn’t decided where to go yet

Do I want to return to the clubhouse?

I did like the ladies around me; they were different, but cool. The desperate didn’t worry me, you can find

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