Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 38

Gunner POV

That video was not something I expected. I had no clue what to expect, maybe catching her best friend

with her boyfriend going at it, but that was insane, I am shocked, sickened and can completely understand

why it rocked Cora’s whole world.

I am surprised Cora isn’t a complete wreck.

If it were my girl, who was in a threesome like that, I would be angry, lost, confused, and something else, um, possibly inadequate, that my prowess was just tested and proven insufficient.

What else could it mean?

That the woman was searching for more, and Cora’s ex–boyfriend?

He was what?

Obviously, what he was getting from Cora was not enough; he had a kink. It was a shame that he broke a beautiful woman’s heart while he investigated his own sexual needs. If they had been honest with Cora, I am sure she would have listened, been shocked, yes. Upset, yes. But she would have accepted it for what it was, an honesty between three people, but instead, they hide it, sneak around, maybe getting a thrill from not being caught, pretending to be her friend, making it into something dirtier. Cora is a strong woman, and if they had been honest, she would not have been this broken.

I am shattered for her.

It’s still running through my head; I doubt it will ever completely disappear. It was burned into my skull.

It made me sick if I was going to be honest. Not the act itself, but what they did to her, the lying, cheating, three people she trusted the most in her life, betrayed her in the most hurtful way.

It blew my mind to see it.

Not in my wildest dreams had I thought of that scenario, my fantasy, might be two girls, yeah, what guy hadn’t thought of having two girls pleasure them?

I don’t think I would want to take or give to a guy like that.

What do they call that sort of act?

Are there others out there living in a three- or more–person relationship?

I must be totally monogamous, because I don’t want to share my girl, or my body with more than just the two of us, and definitely not with a man, not that I have an issue with men liking men, or women liking women, but it’s not for me.

My mind was still blown away as I tried to talk to Cora, to get her to move back.

Maybe I should have offered her a room of her own. But then the guys will hit on her, thinking we were not

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What

a couple, su that won’t work

My mind was all scrambled, repeating itself, and mixing it all together,

She turned me away

I don’t blame her

I just saw a deeply disturbing emotional part of her life that she might not have shared if I hadn’t asked her to share what’s going on to help me understand. So that I could be there for her, but she revealed something so profound, so deep in its mixed meanings, that I didn’t know what to do. I am still unsure of how to handle this. Do I wait and let her cry it out? I can’t give advice; there’s none I could think of that would be of any use. All I could do was hold her and reassure her that I would never betray her like that

Cora gave me an out, return to the club, and tomorrow we will sort it out. The three won’t return tonight; they would be too scared to, maybe hiding in town, waiting for her to come alone, and corner her again. They don’t have the guts to come to her home again, worried that the protection would show up and do more than escort them away, they will have to find a different way to get at her.

Reluctantly, I left her to sort through her emotions alone. I wanted so much to be there with her, not leave her alone, not like this, but club duty comes first, and no matter how much I wanted to stay the night, hold her, comfort her, keep the ghosts of the night away, I knew I couldn’t.

The bike was waiting for me, on a bench, in my workshop, when I returned.

I pulled out my phone and started taking pictures, documenting it from front to back, then turned it over and took more, covering the whole bike, before I started to pull any of it apart to find out what happened. I slowly turned each wheel, the best I could, taking a photo of every inch of them, hunting for a sign of being severed. The front tyre was ruined; it could have been from the accident, or it could have been shot out. That was what I needed to work out. Finished taking photos, I left pulling tyres off the rims to last.

Thoughts of the video and Cora’s broken face kept sneaking into my mind, and I had to keep taking deep breaths and pushing them out.

The night was over; the sun was starting to rise, and I was still in the workshop working on the bike. The engine was stopped; the cause of the accident would have been the fact that something was stuck in the engine, a bullet had been lodged in the engine, stopping it from working. The abrupt stop would have caused the bike to die fast, sending the rider over the handlebars. That’s more or less what I am told had happened. All was going fine, then he lost it on the corner, being thrown from the bike, breaking his neck. I took photos before tiredly walking out of the workshop, locking it behind me.

I stopped at Oddball’s office and knocked.

“Come in.” A tired–sounding voice came from the other side.

“Got any coffee in here? I am dead on my feet,” I said as I moved to sit in the chair in front of his desk. Oddball got up, moved to a kettle he has at the side, and made us both a coffee, sliding mine in front of me, and sat down, saying nothing until I had taken a long gulp of my coffee and looked at him.

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“Finished?” He asked after taking a sip of his coffee.

“Almost, but I need a break, get some sleep before I continue.” I yawned, not trying to hide how tired I was

“Have you found anything?” I pulled out my phone and searched through the photos and found the one bullet in the engine, and handed my phone over.

“Did the bullet cease the engine?” It wasn’t really a question; he could see as much as I did that it had, just

clarification.

“Yep.”

“Kid didn’t have a chance on that corner, even a seasoned rider would have been thrown off. It was bad luck that he landed badly.” Oddball sounded as exhausted as I was, if not worse. He had people to deal with; I only had a cold, mangled bike trying to tell a story.

“You been up all night?” Oddball looked as bad as I felt. It was a stupid question, but I wasn’t running on all

my cylinders.

“Yeah. A lot to organise.” He croaked out.

“Give me a couple of hours, and I will go finish.” I didn’t want to get into what he was trying to sort out, with

a non–functioning brain.

“I think you found the reason, that’s enough for me, leave it for now, get that sleep. What’s happening with

Cora?”

“She’s scared and confused. Agrees that she needs to leave the complex, but doesn’t know if she wants to come here; being here will be putting a different target on her back, on top of what she’s already going

through.”

“Girls had a rough time.”

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