Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Cora POV

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I read the first few letters out loud, in my croaky voice, laced with emotion, so Gunner could hear what was written, but it didn’t help me much; it only showed my sperm donor was filftry rich, and money came before love. All that I owned from my mother was given to hier by my father, and I feel that’s what my uncle was chasing: the money. I know the stepmother. No, she’s my aunt, and the only one my uncle has ever had. When my uncle was away for days and weeks at a time, it was to be with his wife and son; why not bring them into the house before my mother died?

Why hide all this?

Was it because she was ashamed to have me?

But that doesn’t feel right, because we did everything together, and she was constantly teaching me.

“Do you think that the holdup in the shop that took my mother’s life was a set-up?” Gunner asked, after having reread the three letters I had opened, there were three more to read, but I wasn’t ready.

“You can read the others, and let me know if there is anything important. In the meantime, I will look at the books.” I handed the letters to Gunner and picked up the tattered book. Not answering his question,

The book was written by my mother when she was a child. I skimmed through the book; obviously, my mother had opened this book many times. Towards the back, the book’s tone changed. The mother told her mother she was pregnant, and grandma disowned her, calling her a disgusting little tramp, and kicked her out of the home. Fortunately, she had the house, which went fifty-fifty with me and Dad, no stop calling him, uncle. Mum gave my uncle half of the house, because he was there for us. As far as she was

concerned, she never saw how he treated me when she wasn’t around. Would she still have willed him

half, if she had known? The pages before her death, she mentioned death threats coming in the form of

notes, letters, and phone calls, where the caller only deep-breathed over the phone. That went on for

months before her death. Maybe Gunner was right, maybe that gunman was a set-up. Was I supposed to

die, too?

“Gunner read this from that page.” I handed him the book, and he slowly read through it.

“Your mother knew her life was in danger; that might be why she changed her will to give half the house to your uncle, hoping he would look after you, and couldn’t sell the house while you were still a minor.”

“Can you still investigate the shooting from back then? As it was a solved case as far as the police are concerned, I don’t know what happened to the gunman, or how to find out if it was a setup.”

“We can get Hacker to pull records, the footage, and hunt the gunman’s bank balances, to see if he gained a sudden influx of funds. Find newspaper reports, and anything we can relate to the holdup and the gunman. We can do this.” Gunner sounded confident in finding a solution to this. Was my mother’s death related to my sperm donor, or to my uncle?

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According to the last letter that your father sent your mother, the marriage fell apart; he never bedded his wife, so there were no children, no matter how hard they tried to convince him he needed an heir. He argued that he had one. He had a private investigator follow his wife and caught her being unfaithful, and

ed her; she got nothing, and Demetri was trying to reconnect with your mother, which was a few

before her death. As she never opened that letter, she would never have known, unless he came and tried to reconnect that way He never stopped loving your mother.” Gunner spoke as if that difference.

it?

at do you think?” I eventually asked, wondering if all of this should be put back in the box and the lid sed forever.

it were me, I would want to meet my father, even if it’s just once. He was weak at the time, young and Confused, trying to figure out how to make things work for both of you. And yes, he let your mother down, but he provided for her and you, as he promised, and he never consummated the marriage. That has to mean a lot. I think he deserves a second chance. There might be more behind not marrying your mother than we know. I can’t answer why your mother chose to let you believe your uncle was your father. That to me was wrong, but then she was seventeen, pregnant and kicked out of home. Your uncle, being older than your mother, saw this as an opportunity to use her, especially if he knew about the money and the house. I would ask Hacker to check your uncle’s account to see whether he was taking money from your mother. I would also love to see your mother’s bank history. Bet she was paying for everything. You said your uncle often disappeared for days on end. That must have been when he went and stayed with the witch.” Gunner was going at it, full of ideas, and as much as I don’t want to meet my biological father, I think I should do and find out what he knows, maybe clear their family from killing my mother. I would have been fourteen, according to the date on the letter, so he had been married for thirteen years, till he got rid of that woman, who took my mother’s place by his side.

“Okay, okay, find out where he lives, and we shall go.” I gave in one step at a time.

“There was a name, address, and phone number on the last letter. Why not give him a call first? You start work tomorrow, you might not have time to come to him. He lives in a rich area of a city.”

“Will you stay with me? I can’t do this alone,” I whimpered, in a voice I hardly recognised.

“You are not alone, I will be

give me a soft kiss

“Now?” I asked

“Why not?

running

“NO

very step of the way,” Gunner reassured me, dipping his head to

won’t be able to meet with Hacker today.

all tomorrow, and neither are you. I have the lads

Gunner took out his phone.

he can text me, any time, if I don’t like where this goes, I can block him.” ed it to Gunner, my hands shaking too much to punch in the numbers.

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Dialed the number and put it on speakerphone so we could both hear the man talk.

“Demetri speaking, to whom am I speaking?” His voice was one of authority, like he expected to be obeyed.

Unsure how to answer, I hesitated for a moment.

“Speak, I am hanging up.” He growled in frustration.

“Cora,” I replied softly, almost a whisper.

“Cora?”

“Cora who?” I guess he doesn’t know my voice, and my name, right at this moment, may mean nothing to him; he may have forgotten who I am.

“Saunders, you used to know my mother, Dianne,” I replied, proud that my voice was stronger.

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