Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Cora POV

I woke up refreshed, and the dream from last night was fading fast. It wasn’t the first time I had dreamed of the day mum died. I had told no one, and if asked, I would say that she died in an accident, not giving out much detail; anyone can find it on the internet if they wanted to know desperately enough. That was when Dad found out that Mum had left me everything with her name on it. I even gained half of the payout for her death from the robbery gone wrong, which put the already–strained father–daughter relationship worse. When he met and married the woman from hell, he hinted for a few months that I should leave home. Since I was already working as a nursing student, it didn’t take much to move out. We had already settled the house, him buying me out, before the devil lady shifted in.

The assets we shared, he purchased from me because I didn’t need them; only the shares in his business were still mine, and I was ready to put them on the market and sell them off, get rid of the last thing that held me to him. Because he can’t call me to a shareholders‘ meeting, and expect me to vote the same as him, if I no longer owned the shares, I had been approached several times by one of dad’s enemies, who owned shares, don’t know why they had a falling out and don’t care, but I am ready to sell them to him now. This last situation with them visiting me might have something to do with their wanting my assets, the shares, or both. So it’s time to break away cleanly -something in my dream that had lingered was telling me it was time–Mum’s ghost, maybe, if you believe in that sort of thing.

Breakfast was light and easy. Oddball was funny. I liked it when he was not playing the boss and let his hair down a little: You could tell how much pride he had in the club, and the young children, who would one day become patch members, if they wanted to stay in this lifestyle, it was there for the offering, no forcing, just because you are family, and would always be welcome unless you burned those bridges.

Then came the real reason they were sitting with us. I had half–expected it, to be honest; at first, I thought they might have joined us to see how I was doing. Then it was way too casual to be that; something else was on their mind, and they were working their way up to talk about it.

“Scrubs and Bluey feel that you should consider starting work. Get your mind off all those troubles that are looming around you, idle hands and all that.” Oddball started. I still had like six weeks of holidays I could take. I can hardly believe that six weeks have gone by, a week to get here, four and a half weeks I stayed here, a week back at the new place, almost, and now back here, time has flown by. Somehow it didn’t feel like six weeks, well, almost six weeks.

“Three months was too long, I agree, and maybe starting work early would be a good idea.” It was a good idea, keep my mind off my troubles, and out of harm’s way while I am at work, so they won’t be able to annoy me too much. The security at a hospital should handle any interruptions at work, and if they are hanging around the hospital car park, I can call for backup.

“Will you start early?” Scrubs asked incredulously.

“Yep, you guys don’t need me hanging around moping all day, or spending all day in the kitchen, cooking.

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Oh, believe me, the guys won’t mind you in the kitchen all day. You made an impression on them with your cooking skills. Nothing wrong with scone cooking, but you brought in different flavours that all of us liked. Different is good occasionally.” Bluey grinned widely, thinking she had just said something fantastic. Although the guys enjoyed my cooking, I was not high on cooking all day, and taking the job from Scones, plus going to work five days or nights a week, would reduce how often I would cook.

It was agreed that I would start work tomorrow and shadow Bluey for a week until I got used to who was who and how they work as a team. It shouldn’t take much to fit in and find out what the doctor’s specialty is. I had already done a lot of research on the laptop Bluey had me learn on. Putting faces to the names, and that sort of thing.

Gunner wasn’t too happy about that turn of events, but I had to start sooner or later, and he had to get back to work, too. I feel that something else was going on that I had yet to find out about, maybe more on those shooters.

“You should see the complaint that Cora sent to the council, and a lot of other people, too, about the cyclists in the park.” Gunner suddenly got all excited, pulled out his phone, and handed it to Oddball. Scrubs and Bluey leaned in to look as he read my opening statement, then scrolled through the numerous photos and screenshots of complaints.

“You sent a one–hundred–page–long complaint to all those people? Even members of parliament?”

“Yep, that’s what our girl sent, isn’t she fantastic?” Gunner is still beaming with pride.

“You have put a different target on your back, all those council officers won’t be happy and the papers you sent them, and the organizations, yeah, way to go,” Bluey said, negatively, as if I had just done something wrong, and it was going to blow up in my face.

“What crawled up your azz?” Oddball glared at Bluey.

“You’re jealous because you couldn’t do as well as Cora, afraid she will outshine you or something?” Scrubs added snarkily.

“You better believe it, I am jealous, I couldn’t submit what Cora just did. I don’t have that brain power, and I think I do pretty well with reports, but she just proved i am average. Of course, I am jealous.” Well, at least Bluey owns it.

“Don’t be jealous, I have always been good at doing stuff like this, was the leader of our debate team at school, and could debate the rights and wrongs of why water was called wet.” I laughed, one hundred pages was tame compared to what I could have done, and will do if need be, had to leave room for more emails if need be. I was still gathering information about the park, its history, the cyclists, and why they believed it was their path to ride.

They debated the merits of my sss for a while before the others left, and it was just Gunner and me. “Don’t you need to go to work?” It was almost lunchtime, and he was still with me.

“Nope, the benefits of being the boss. I have others opening the shop and working with the apprentices. I

still have a little to do in the back workshop, but nothing pressing.” Gunner had me sitting on his lap, stroking my back so tenderly that it was as if he didn’t hold me; I would disappear again.

“Go do what you need to do. I am going back upstairs and unpack.” I shooed Gunner away and returned to our room, slowly putting everything back in the walk–in robe, closet, call it what you want. It was a walk–in space for my clothes, some for hanging, some drawers, and shelving, a room inside a room. I could pull a bed in there, and still have space to walk around it. I noticed a full–length mirror, and you could pull it out, and have three sides, so you could see all around you, not something I would expect in a man’s room. Still, maybe these rooms were made for couples, and the woman might appreciate the full mirror.

Two hours later, all my clothes were either hanging on shelves or in drawers, my laptop and tablet on the desk, as if I was claiming that side of it, and left the other side for Gunner, cushions on chairs, and a fluffy toy, which I found adorable, on the bed. Now it has a woman’s touch. I sprayed the room, and it smelled of orchid and vanilla, and the walk–in robe smelled of honeysuckle.

I think Gunner was going to flip when he came in later and saw how I had taken over his room.

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