Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74

Gunner POV

“We need to adjust to what we had planned. Some of the clubs have decided to join forces to catch these guys. We are going to be very busy as of tomorrow, setting up ambushes if they show up. Get Cora over tonight. I believe she starts night shift on Wednesday, bad timing, but she might still be of use. Scrubs said he couldn’t let her have any more time off; it would be best to return to a routine. She has two weeks‘ nights, and then two weeks‘ days. They changed it from month to month, saying it was too stressful to do a whole month. Her nights will start on Wednesday, work two nights, have two rights off, then work three nights and three off, changing it like that. Bluey will have the same. Please have others work the days off,

as Bluey said. The big bosses thought it would be better for fatigue that way and would give thern a

six–month trial.”

“Does Cora know this?” I asked, wondering how they came up with that scenario.

“If she checks her emails, she will; they sent them out this morning.”

“After the meeting, I will bring it up, ensure she has read the emails, and change her roster.*

“It’s time, we have a large group going, we will sit in the back and watch. A lot of us want change, and if

Cora is the one who can stir the right pot, I am all for her being their face of change.*

“Thanks, Oddball. That will mean a lot to Cora; she often feels she’s doing it all on her own.”

“Cora’s family now, no need to go it alone any longer.”

“Yeah, Gunner, the sooner she makes you hers, the better.”

“Don’t you mean I made her mine?”

“Nope, once you get a woman, she becomes your focus, and you change, and you won’t even know you are.” Dizzy chuckled, slapping me on the shoulder as I turned to hunt down Cora.

r “A bit early to be giving her my cut yet, she’s still not ready, too much hurt in her life recently to be taking on me too.” I joked back as if I were a problem for her to solve.

Cora was stunning, even in a simple outfit; to me, she was a walking goddess.

At that moment, she was sitting beside me in the vehicle, cuddling her laptop as if it would disappear, her eyes closed as if in prayer, or as if trying to boost her confidence before standing in front of a crowd of strangers and having thern tear apart her idea.

We reached the town hall, and it was packed. There was still half an hour before it officially started, yet it was already standing room only. We found somewhere to park and moved to the building. A man saw us arriving and moved forward to greet us. Well, Cora, I was tagging along.

“Welcome, Cora. I am a news reporter from the Tribune. I am looking forward to your talk.” He handed Cora his card and guided her inside, people parting as she walked with this guy, whose name I didn’t

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eatch ! followed behind, listening to him, informing her about what the agenda would look like. Then the mayor appeared from the side and took over, guiding Cora to the front, where chairs were waiting. Cora took a seat, and I stood to the side, close to the front Her eyes found me, and she gave a relieved smile. Eventually, the forum started. First, it started with the public complaints about the cyclists using the pathway, and how they believed they had the right of way, before it went on to discuss the suggested changes that one complainant submitted with their complaint, which the Mayor said was refreshing to receive, as most send in only a complaint, but never a suggested solution. The maps and suggestions were up on a screen for everyone to see: a larger outer area for cyclists, roller–skaters, rollerbladers, and a smaller inner area for walkers and strollers, and another between the two, for joggers, those who go faster than the slower walkers, but not as fast as rollerbladers and cyclists. It looked like a great,

well–thought–out plan, and even though I had seen it before, seeing it up there on the big screen made it

look even more impressive.

“We shall open the forum for questions now.” What was not on the agenda was Cora giving a talk.

The questions came thick and fast, catching the mayor by surprise; he had no answers to many of them. He looked embarrassed to be caught like this. So he thought he could take the limelight, keep Cora out of it, and secure the votes he needed for the next election, but he failed miserably. Most people had seen the agenda and could see that it had been changed. Even others on the stage had looked confused and turned to their paperwork to see if there were any changes.

The mayor raised his hands in surrender.

“Let me call up Cora, she was the one who came up with this proposed plan, and see if she can answer some of those questions.

Cora stood as the crowd calmed down, and, one by one, she answered the questions like a professional. The only issue she couldn’t answer was where the funds would come from. She answered with suggestions for fundraisers, fates, and other ways to raise funds. One of the councilors suggested that før every dollar the fundraiser and fates made, the council funding would match it. All had gone well. Most were happy with the suggestions, even those who didn’t like having to do fundraisers and said the council should pay for it, as they had already received enough of our rates, but in the end, they settled for the offer of matching funding.

Then the moment I had been waiting for started.

“Why did you let my boy die?” Cora’s Dad called out, on the top of his lungs.

“Can you be more specific, sir? And your name would be nice to start with,” Cora answered with a smile “Paul died because of you!” He shouted again, then gave his name and what happened.

“How is it the woman’s fault that your son died? That doesn’t make sense.”

“She moved here to work at the hospital; he would never have been on that road if she hadn’t left home.” The room’s attitude didn’t go against Cora, but against her father; he was rambling nonsense, and most

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could see it. He rambled on about how she abandoned her family, how Paul had come to drag her back home. The security had had enough and dragged the man out of the room.

Cora stood up and addressed the room).

“That man was my father, the man who died was his stepson. He died on his way back home after I told Paul and his two companions that I had been transferred here and this was my home now”

“Where do you work?” a woman called out.

“I work at the local hospital in the emergency room. Your hospital needed an experienced nurse to run the

ED when the head nurse was off duty. I came to fill that role, but if you feel I am not needed, I can return

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