Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Cora POV

Sleep was fitful, waking to every creek, every voice that was heard as they passed my door to go to their own, noises that might have been my imagination, but sounded so real, each car the drove close by, every door that opened and closed, the birds squawking, you name it I woke to it, I can’t even say if I slept at all,

it didn’t feel like I had.

My tired body climbed out of bed, one sluggish foot after the other, headed for the shower, the water colder than I like, in an attempt to shake myself out of this sleep–deprived haze.

It didn’t work.

Dried myself automatically, as my brain failed to kickstart properly. I so desperately wanted to fall back into bed and knew that wouldn’t work. Maybe put on some music and drown out the noise in my head, but that wouldn’t work because then I would be worried someone was trying to break in, and I couldn’t hear them entering my home over the music, and I doubt it would stop my brain from screaming at me, reminding me how vulnerable I felt.

Paranoia set in, leaving me even more shattered than when I left home and embarked on the journey to this town, and my perfect escape now made me feel trapped at my own making.

I ate breakfast, but I don’t remember what I had. Coffee tasted burnt and failed to give me the kickstart it

normally would.

My mind was a wreck; it danced around different scenarios, coming up with no real solution. I concluded that I need to be around people who would keep me safe. Maybe a penthouse in the biggest building in town. I have seen many buildings over ten levels high. This town might not be the biggest in population, but it does have a large number of visitors, which keeps it running, and the best–equipped hospital around.

I knew I had to leave this place, that I was trying to make my new home.

Feeling safe here was a lie; it wasn’t safe at all, and being alone and not really knowing my neighbours made me more vulnerable. The gate was useless because it was unmanned, so anyone could slip inside and shatter my fragile illusions of safety; my plan to live alone was gone. Not while those three can still corner me in my own home.

My thoughts made some sense when they brought back the conversation and the offer to stay with Gunner. It felt like I was using him, and that was not something that settled well with me. I needed to talk to him about how I feel and if he was okay with me using him like that. Every idea I came up with soon circled back to Gunner and how quickly he and the guys arrived when I called for help. I shouldn’t have called him, pulling him away from his important work, but he was the only person I could think of to call when I was cornered like I was.

Circles, that’s what I am doing, my brain going in circles and returning to the same place each time, like a song in your head that won’t go away.

In the bedroom. I pulled out my suitcases and boxes. I hadn’t got rid of any of them, as if I knew this was temporary and started to pack. Even if I slept in a hotel, I might get at least one night’s sleep, so my head could clear, and I could think straight. By the time I had finished everything except the fridge freezer, I stopped and made myself a coffee. Staring at my phone like it would blow up or suddenly move towards

me to attack me.

Before I could think better of it, I picked up the phone and opened the contacts. Gunner was at the top of the list, having put an A at the front of his name to make him first on the list. I hesitated for a moment, my brain still fighting between needing a safer place to live and using Gunner to achieve that.

My thumb pushed his contact.

It rang four times, and just as I was about to end the call, he answered, tiredly, and I was feeling guilty all over again for waking him. It was lunch time, and I had thought he would be awake by now.

“No problem, I need some help moving. You advised me not to leave here alone. Can you send someone to help me move out?” I asked meekly.

“Where are you moving to? Did you get any sleep last night? You sound tired.”

“Don’t know yet, and no, I didn’t, every sound would wake me, keeping me alert.”

“What’s the time?” The sound of rustling sheets could be heard as he got up out of bed; my guilt rose

higher.

“Ten past one. Sorry to wake you.”

“It’s fine, I’ve had six hours‘ sleep, most likely more than you did, by the sounds of it. Give me half an hour, and I will get some boys together and come help you.” Relief flooded me instantly, almost bringing me to

tears.

“Thank you, sorry again for bothering you.”

“It’s no bother. Get some rest, I’ll be there soon.” The phone went dead, and I stared at it. The light went out, leaving a black screen, and still I stared at it.

Did I do the right thing?

I was chastising myself for waking him and making him come out of his way to help me and take others off what they were doing, too.

I messed up big time.

My mind was screaming at me, thoughts arguing, what I should have just stayed at the club in the first place, but then I wouldn’t have had that wonderful date, and found out I wasn’t so safe after all, that I need to be around people. I wonder if someone needs a person to share their home with? I struck that thought out straight away, because that wouldn’t stop those three from making their way into the house, and then I would be dragging someone else into my problems; I’ve dragged enough people into it already.

Quickly, I emptied the fridge freezer into fridge bags, tidied up the place, and called the superintendent.

Get

“Sorry to hear you had security issues. We heard rumours, but not the full story. The security footage revealed the intruders, and thank you for having them removed. Leave the keys on the kitchen bench, we have spares and will collect them and give you a full refund.”

“Thank you.” I hung up and carried what I could into my car. I had gained more since being here, more than I had thought, the little things to make it a home. It was sad to say goodbye to this place. I had high hopes that this unit would be a good start for me, but I guess it wasn’t meant to be.

The sound of bikes arriving had me reaching for the fob and setting the gate to open for them, and letting them in before even checking it was Gunner, like, who else would show up on bikes?

Pulled the door open and stood outside watching the bike arrive, with a van at the rear, I guess for my things, but there wasn’t much that didn’t squeeze into my car, and I was happy to do a second trip. My heart started racing at the thought of seeing Gunner again. It was only yesterday I was with him, but my heart doesn’t care; this was someone who knew one of my worst secrets and was still here for me. He looked tired, but still managed to smile at me, lighting up his face. Hot, hot, hot. Better than any man on the top sexiest list, and he’s mine, for now. Yummy, I am hungry for him.

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