Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Chapter 56

aner POV

girl was a tough one; she made it through all those questions with the police, then identified her tepbrother’s body, and still stayed strong. Yes, Cora cried, but not big heartfelt tears, not ones that said! want to die with them, just quiet sobs that didn’t last for long-

The ride home, as she held on to me, I could feel her shaking, and I could tell she was still sobbing, soft, quiet, personal tears.

At the gate, they let us in, but they could see we were shocked, their faces showing it, to see us back so soon and alone. I expect to be called to the office to explain why I broke the rules. They will have let Oddball know before I reached t

I took her to our room to

explain to Oddball befo

where he could near only at exam tip discussion

“Con

day.

se doors.

me more crying out of sight of anyone. I headed down to anding that I present myself before him. He was in his office, eep at work. He’s a school teacher, but teaches students online; foom as per the online rules. Assignments and Irve group

I entered the room, not surprised to see me enter.

alled to fill me in, and I understand why you broke the order.” That didn’t mean

t he understood, might have done the same if he got a call regarding his lady.

ould expect, but holding on. I was going to make coffee and sandwiches and stay w she’s not alone. Word is, it was the shooters; something has to be done about this.” I rustrated; this was getting too close to home, and it appeared random, but is it, like with trucks that were on the road, that makes them choose their vehicle?

do need to do something about this. I have sent out messages to all the clubs around here,

re gathering intel to find out who’s behind this. The shooters are not targeting us, but all vehicles road. Just bad timing, if it was your hit. Also trying to work out if it’s statewide or localised to a few s.” Oddball was tapping his pen on the desk, a habit he has when he’s thinking and can’t find an wer that makes sense or the best direction to take.

oing out in groups does

hear you.” He nod

ted more, h

hen. In

logising for going it alone.

al, said what I came for and left. I he till not content and moved to the

n an accident.” Of course, Scones knows, I bet everyone

club.

would expect, but she’s stronger than we know. Cora will get through this

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and contre out the other side, even stronger. I feel it in my gut that we haven’t seen all the sides of Cora

yet. Can I have some sandwiches? I will sit with her until she’s ready to face people. I will come down and grab dinner if she’s not ready to be around others yet. Here’s the lunch box. I don’t know if she got to eat any of it.” Scones opened the lunch box, put the sandwiches on a plate, made two more for us to share, and added some muffins to a tray. Scones gave me a quick hug, tapping my back, sharing her love and giving comfort. That’s our Scones, the mother and grandmother to all of us.

“Go and be with our girl; she shouldn’t be left alone for too long, and let her thoughts get the better of her Scones pushed my shoulder; I turned with her push. She didn’t have the strength to make me move, but ! moved with her heartfelt sentiment, took the tray as I turned to leave, and headed back up to our room.

Cora was out on the balcony. I moved to the mini kitchen, made a coffee for both of us, left the muffins there, and took the plate of sandwiches and two coffees outside. As I stepped out onto the balcony, I took a moment to take her in. Cora’s face was flushed red, but she had stopped the soft sobs; only the tears tracking down her face and the red eyes remained as visible signs of her heartbreak. I think i am repeating myself now. I took a deep, calming breath, getting my act together before approaching Cora. She had what had to be a cold coffee in her hands.

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My first thought as I put the fresh cup of coffee and sandwiches down was that I needed to hold her. I let

her sip the coffee that had to have gone cold by now, and let her talk a little; something told me, an

instinct, maybe, to wait, not to touch her yet, she needed to get this out first.

Then, like a switch turned on, I couldn’t hold back any longer; her stomach was growling as she talked, and I needed to get food into her, and I needed to hold her.

Having her on my lap made me feel better, and having Cora eat the sandwiches made me feel I was accomplishing something. Her tears were gone, and she was now working on what–could–happen scenarios. If I had learned nothing else, no matter how many scenarios you make, one that you hadn’t thought of would be the one that happened, but I let Cora go through them, and each one made her a little stronger. I could see her building the armour around her heart, getting ready for the confrontation, not just with her dad, but with the parents of the other two, and the biggest one that worried her most was her step–mother; if she came, Cora would be facing hell on two legs. I want to be there if that woman arrives. I have to get Scrubs to call me if she shows up, and I will race to the hospital and be there for her. I don’t want her to face them alone.

Scrubs mentioned to me that he was giving her the week off, no night shift for a few days, hoping the family would be gone by the time Cora started the night shift, and then hoped that if they hung around, she wouldn’t bump into them. It’s a waiting game, that’s for sure. I don’t know if Cora has taken that in yet; there is so much going on in that brain of hers.

We sat together, Cora nestled back on my chest, as we watched the day pass and the sun start to set, ending a terrible day. Her phone had rung a few times, but Cora didn’t even twitch a finger to pick it up. It rang again, and this time I picked it up to see who was calling.

‘Hell on two legs.’

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It’s your stepmother, I said, and pushed the red button, ending the ringing, knowing the last person Cora wanted to talk to was her.

It rang a few minutes later

‘Hell with a dick.‘ I burst out laughing. My girl, who hates to swear, had a wicked sense of humour.

“My father, I am guessing,” Cora said, reaching out to grab the phone and put it on speakerphone.

“Sir.” Not father, or Mr whoever, but Sir, cold, emotionless.

“Have you seen him?” he asked, his voice sounding broken, but still full of authority.

“You mean since the accident?”

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