Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 57

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Chapter 57

Cora POV

Sitting on Gunner’s lap was comforting, more than I would have thought possible; his warmth and soft, deep voice reached the ache inside me, soothing my broken heart after my father’s call. I always knew he didn’t see me as his daughter, but it hurt all the same.

An idea came to me.

I pulled out my phone and called Scrubs before I changed my mind.

“How are you doing, Cora?” Scrubs answered after the fourth ring, just before it went to the message bank.

“Surviving, can you do me a favour?”

“That depends.” Scrubs sounded hesitant.

“Can you do a DNA test on my dad’s and stepmother’s blood, and do a test on it to see if my stepbrother was really my half–brother? I already have a DNA test underway to find out if my Dad is my biological Dad.” I replied, I should have done this years ago.

“I can do that. We have your father’s DNA on record. It won’t take much to get her sample, and we can cross–reference yours, too, to see how they match up. What about your mother? Do you need to search the files for hers and see if she was your mother? Plus, put out on the web if your father is not your father, who might it be?” I hadn’t thought that far yet, but it wouldn’t hurt to dig deeper.

“Thank you,” I replied softly, not saying yes or no. I feel Scrubs would have done it anyway if I had said no, because he would want to know and have that information ready if I changed my mind.

Before I could hang up, Gunner took the phone from me.

“Cora’s dad phoned to confirm it was Paul who had died, and then demanded she stay away while he collected his body.” Gunner was angry with me, which was not something I had expected, but warmed me

inside.

“Understood, but the others? Any of them call?”

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“No contact as yet. They might be rushing to get here first. I assume they both made it out of surgery?” “Just, we are monitoring Sally–Anne. She might be brain–dead, but it’s a little early to call it, and Jake’s in an induced coma, but still alive. The next couple of days will be telling. Got to go, stay strong, Cora, we are here for you, all of us are.” He hung up before I could respond.

Gunner moved me back into the chair before leaving, then came back with two coffees he had reheated in the microwave, picked me up again, and placed me on his lap.

“What’s on that mind of yours?” Gunner asked, pulling me closer to him and nibbling my ear and sending different thoughts through my head and body.

Chapter 42

“Is it wrung not to be deeply grieving? Like, I am sad, it’s a wasted life. Even if they hurt me, they were still good peuple and had once been my friends. Yes, I lost the trust and have had time to deal with their betrayal, to come to terms with it, that would never have been in a foursome, so in a way, catching them gave them the opportunity to move on, which they didn’t do, but came to pull me back into their web of lies. I am not as devastated with their lives in the balance as I feel I should be. Deep down, I am calling it Karma. Is that so wrong?” I was getting more upset over not being as upset as I thought I should be. That doesn’t make sense.

“Not at all, we all process grief differently. Some people might take days or months to grieve truly, others hold till the funeral, and cry, then never cry again. Some never cry or grieve, and some don’t stop crying and reliving it till it eats them up inside. You had a shock and were deeply hurt by them, and maybe you had already grieved the loss of them, not a physical death, but it was still a death. For nearly two months. you have grieved that loss and had, at some point, come to terms with it. Don’t be hard on yourself. They should have never come here; you told them it was over. Could there be another reason for them to come, like could your father have sent them?” I hadn’t thought of that. Yes, I had grieved their loss in a way, and didn’t feel the need to cry over that same loss again, but then, I do feel sad that they are hurt, and the hard road they will have to live from now on is not going to be easy for either of them.

“Dad would never have sent them to drag me back. As he mentioned, he didn’t want to see me, so I can’t see him sending them here. For what purpose would it have served?” I couldn’t get my head around the idea of Dad sending them here. What would he gain, because Dad never does anything unless there is something in it for him?

“Maybe you have something he wants, and may need you to be on good terms with your stepbrother, for him to get it.”

“I have shares in his company that one day would have been Paul’s, but I have already asked my broker to

sell them. I don’t want them, and didn’t want Dad to have them either. My broker has an interested friend,

and the deals are going through, so if he was after those, he’s too late.” That made some sense; he could be hoping that when Paul took over, I would sell or give him my shares. Paul had tried to be around a lot lately, thought he was interested in Sally–Anne, but when I saw them together, I put that as the reason; what I had seen I thought might have developed because he was starting to be around, more, like he had never wanted to be near me before. I wondered what had changed.

Thought it was because he liked Jake, and boy did he like Jake, and not in the way I had thought.

Nope, not going down that thought.

“Your father might not have known that, when he sent the lad, and the other two came along to make it a holiday trip, it’s possible the three of them were in it together, to get you back home or reconcile

somehow.”

“Possibly.” I didn’t know what to think anymore.

Are you getting hungry? It’s close to dinner time.”

“I don’t want to go down for dinner.”

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will grab us a plate. I stood to let Gunner leave

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