Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Gunner POV

After the shock of what the letters revealed, I turned my thoughts to how I could help Cora, she never acted like a filthy rich person, unlike the entitled princesses I had seen on television, and had met one or two in the past. Core was the most down-to-earth girl I have ever met, and I would never have guessed she was most likely richer than the whole club combined.

That didn’t change my feelings for her; she was still the same caring Cora I met on the side of the road, and no amount of money will change that for me. If anything, I love her more.

What!

I used the ‘L’ word; it must be true. I have thought of it a few times now, and each day I am with her. it gets stronger. I don’t know if I could ever let her go.

“Do we need to treat you differently now?” Oddball asked with a smirk; he was winding her up, and I knew it, but kept quiet, letting Cora work it out.

“What has changed from before I walked into that room? Or when I worked with Hacker, or at the town hall, or when I stopped to render assistance for Gunner? I am still me, that hasn’t changed. I still hurt from my betrayal of my friends and family. All that has changed is that I have found my biological father, whom I would love to come here and stay for a little while, so I can get to know him. “Cora didn’t take the bait, and I am so proud of her.

“My mother was seventeen when she fell pregnant with me. I was born not long after her eighteenth birthday, or so I am told, eighteen and twenty-three, which makes forty-one, so my father would be forty-one, and still young enough to marry again and have children. Demetri said I was his only child. To me, that means he never remarried after divorcing his ex. There’s so much! don’t know and would like to, but money doesn’t change any of that. I want to put a few nice things

in that room if I can reserve them for my father, a touch of me there. Will you allow him to live

here? It might scare some of your members having him here, and I would understand if you said

1. I still want him to see where I am living, although now that the accident has happened, I am no

longer in danger, and can move out and stay with him, if that’s preferred.”

Why does my girl keep talking about leaving?

I don’t want her to go from here, but then, if Oddball doesn’t want her father here, a cottage closer to town can be brought, and he can move in there. We make a nice family, the three of us. I don’t have to live here; most don’t live in the clubhouse. Never had a reason to want to leave, but now with Cora, it might be time to find a place just out of town, sort of halfway between her work and

the club grounds.

“Your father can stay if he wants. Get to know how you live” Oddball agreed at last, but you could see he was thinking hard before doing so.

“Oddball, I have been thinking of getting a house, something for Cora and me. His father only has to stay a little while, until we choose a place.” I pushed. Cora looked at me, a smile on her face. It looks like the idea of her own home appeals, not that she didn’t like living here, but I feel/she would prefer her privacy. She often blushes. When I start kissing and touching her sensually in public,

it when she blushes.

she’s not an exhibitionist, that’s for sure. But I can’t help it

“Yeah, thought when you claimed Cora as your girlfriend that would be on the cards. I am not blind to how Cora is not like our club girls that come for a good time and service our lads, she’s a keeper, a lot like our patched ladies, well, most of them. Find a house or a cottage. There is a small farm not too far away. The elderly couple mentioned to me in the shops the other day that they are considering selling up and moving to something smaller. Their kids are all grown up and have moved out, and none of them wants a small farm. It’s perfect for you. They used to be market gardeners, but no longer grow fruit and vegetables for sale, only enough for themselves and a few friends, for trading. Please visit and see if the house is suitable. It’s a large, well-maintained ten-bedroom home. I think it would be perfect for you, on twenty-five acres, plenty of room to put a helipad for your father to visit. I know he has a few of those, or maybe a small runway for a light plane.” Oddball pushed a piece of paper towards us. I picked it up and read the couple’s name, phone number, and address. I know this place, I think it would suit the purpose, but that’s still up to Cora to decide.

“Thank you, Oddball. I will contact them and organise a tour of the place that will cover this afternoon if they have time,” Cora said as she accepted the note from me.

*

We left Oddball’s office. I was feeling good about this; it was time to spread my wings. I had been living in that place since I was very young. It was time. Cora and I walked out to my vehicle, and I

waited for her to make the phone call, putting it on speakerphone so I could hear. I love that Cora

thinks of me.

“Mrs Cummins, you don’t know me. My name is Cora.” Before she could say more, Mrs Cummins

interrupted her.

“Oh, are you the young lady from the town hall? What can I do for you?” Mrs Cummins asked. You could hear a muffled sound, as if she were covering the phone to talk to someone.

“Oddball gave me your number, said you might like to sell up, and I am interested. Can we come and view the place?”

“That sounds wonderful, dear. We aren’t going anywhere today. Come over now if you like.”

“Thank you, we will be there shortly.” Cora hung up and smiled.

“You’re welcome, I’ll get the gate open for you.” Mrs Cummins hung up.

Cora turned to me.

“You know the place?”

“Of course, I have been there a few times, over the years, know the children, and it didn’t shock me

that they didn’t want the farm; only one child stayed in town, the rest moved to the big city, not country lovers.” We left ten minutes down the same road the club property was on, but on the other side. The gate was open as promised; the house roof was all you could see from the road it was back a bit, keeping it private from passersby. The house came into view, and it always took my breath away. It had three levels of grandeur, a veranda all the way round, balconies in the bedroom windows, and manicured lawns around the house. There was a lot to see in this house, which, for many, would be beyond their price range, but not for Cora. He thought Cora would be able to pay in cash if she loved it, if she was that rich, I don’t want to judge, and I can help, I have money, will wait and see how Cora wants to proceed, no need to jump the gun.

“Wow, didn’t think there were houses like this in this part of town. The rich people I heard live on the other side, this is perfect, from the outside,” Cora said, as we got closer to the house, the better

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