Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Cora POV

Sitting waiting for my turn, it felt like it was taking forever. The mayor was talking about what I was going to talk about, and I was trying to quickly think of how to change my talk so it wouldn’t duplicate what he was saying, but he covered almost everything, leaving me nothing to discuss. I sat stunned and confused, as to why I was here then, after stressing for so long about being here, and what to present, all for nothing. The mummers of the other men sitting with me were the same confusion; the mayor was rabbiting on about something he obviously knew nothing about. When he opened the floor for questions, one of the men said in a whisper.

“He’s done it now; none of us will get to say anything, and he will think he won votes. All he has done is show the people how much of an idiot he is, and might have lost more votes in the coming election.” “Yeah, he did this once before, and got the praise, but this time, he was not properly prepared. Stupid azz.” Another said.

“He thought he could get enough from the quick notes he made, from the complaint Cora sent in, he should have taken more time to actually read the whole one hundred pages, now he’s going to be red-faced, interesting to see how he will get out of this one.” Another whispered.

“Now, the person you really wanted to hear speak, Cora Saunders, will be happy to answer all your

questions, from a rate payer’s perspective. The mayor had got overwhelmed, and he turned a smirk on his face as he tried to put me on the spot.

“Go show the mayor how it is really done, Cora. We believe in you,” the first speaker said, building my

confidence up.

I used all my knowledge of calming myself and deep breathing I learned in nursing training to help me calm down before tackling hard jobs, and this angry-looking crowd seemed worse than a speech I gave

when I graduated at the top of my class.

The question-and-answer session went better than I expected, calming down quickly when they could tell I knew what I was talking about. I wrote the suggestions, found all the council bylaws, ensuring we were acting and building within them, and the crowd flowed back and forth.

When the questioning slowed enough to close the meeting for the night, having done so for longer than anyone expected, those on the stage with me congratulated me for pacifying the crowd. When I was suggested for membership of the council or as an associated member, I said I would consider it. That idea had never occurred to me, and I hadn’t planned to do anything the men suggested, but I’m happy to help our community on a casual basis. When they wanted some different ideas.

Things are moving too fast.

I needed to get one job completed before starting another; the offers were getting too big, too fast.

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We finally left the building, only to be battered by rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes by pro-cyclist protestors. Not happy with the way I had suggested the changes to the cycle paths, Gunner moved to protect me from the hail of rotten produce; tris back was pounded over and over again, and the smell of the eggs filled the am, making both of us gag. Shouts of hate were yelled out. This was well planned to let the forum conclude before making their voices heard, which, to me, was dumb, because if they had something to say, they had the opportunity to voice a reason for no change.

Before Oddball could even order his men, our men, our members, shouldn’t forget the women there too, could intercept the protestors. The crowd pushed in, overwhelming the small group representing the cyclists. Only about twenty cyclists were throwing rotten goods; others stood by and watched, all wearing the bright clothing that identified them as cyclists.

“We don’t want change,” one shouted out. After being apprehended, the police arrived late as usual and put the cyclists into paddy wagons out of sight, but they most likely got off on a warning. I thought sourly. Should I press charges? But would it stick? With so many people, I would need to pinpoint who actually hit us; they could say they threw but missed.

The windows were wound down, and the vehicle filled with a foul smell. I couldn’t get home fast enough to scrub this stench off me.

“You were outstanding tonight, Cora. You gave a good argument and covered all the questions. I can see a lot more cake stalls, fairs, and fundraisers. The public wants this change, somewhere safe for the children, and that park area is huge, big enough to fit all those suggestions in it.”Dozer was praising me while Dizzy had a tissue under her nose, sniffing lavender to try to mask the stench.

“Get us home quickly, Gunner.” Dizzy’s muffled voice was heard through her tissue-blocked nose.

Gunner put his foot down, drove a little over the speed limit, and was now away from the busy streets and

on the way to the clubhouse. When we arrived, we all dashed out of the vehicle, Gunner having turned off

the engine.

“De-fumigate the vehicle,” Oddball ordered a prospect, before heading inside.

“Cora, come to the laundry, and shed these stinky clothes, and let’s get them in the wash, before we shower, or we will only get smelly again when we pick them up to put them in the wash.” That made sense. I had wondered about that myself, but hadn’t thought of the laundry shower.

Together, we stripped and got into the shower, which was smaller than the one in our room, but we managed to wash each other. Gunner shampooed my hair, and I did the same to him. It was a special soap that was here just for that reason. The guys can get smelly from petrol and oil, and this soap helps neutralise the smells. I saw his back, and it saddened me, at the large red welts from the bad eggs he received when he shielded me from harm.

“Don’t worry about them, I have had worse,” Gunner assured me, as he took the sponge and slowly, sensually washed my body, giving kisses, trailing them down my body and back up again. Suckling one n****e, as he washed the other side of my body, all reason left my mind; the worry of the meeting, the egging, the fact that we hadn’t eaten yet, all of it was gone, as my mind turned only to what Gunner was

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doing If it were his intention, he would be doing a great job.

“Here or upstairs?” Gunner asked as he rubbed his engorged shaft between my legs.

“Upstairs,” I croak out, my voice full of need and urgency, but I don’t want to do it down here, where everyone can hear. I am still getting over having made love in the bedroll

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“Chicken” Gunner chuckles. He then covered me in a large towel each, and carried me upstairs to our room, using the way backward, Gunner trying to hide me from inquisitive eyes.

Once in the bedroom, Gunner sat me on the bed, dried my body, and towel-dried my hair, paying no attention to himself and his needs. He gently ran the back of his hand over my body, sending shivers of pleasure through me, and a deep need started to grow. Gunner picked up on my need and opened my legs,

positioned himself and in one swift motion, he entered me, hard and fast.

I yelled out.

“Yes!”

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