Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Gunner POV

The day was long, but the men were settled in place. The drones following the vans said they were on the way and would reach them tomorrow, depending on how long they stopped at places

Oddball had another successful day in court and was in a good mood.

“Gunner, come sit.” I sat in the office and gave Oddball an update on the men and where they are camped. Our vans will leave tomorrow and arrive a few hours after the delivery vans do. Nothing surprising. We will stop and eat, and that place often has campers stay the night. Everything was ready and in play.

“Strike isn’t ready to make the big announcement yet, but she’s expecting, eight weeks along.”

“Congratulations, that’s great news. Right?”

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“Yes, it is. Now we do need to move out. Strike was adamant that the baby wouldn’t be growing up here.

She wants the child to have a normal life and come here on family days, like other club members. I get it, I

1. do. With Cora and you moving out, it just put more pressure on us to find something, nothing as grand as yours, and we have plenty of money to find a nice place. There’s a place two houses down from you, same size acreage, but a smaller house, only five bedrooms, a split–level home, plenty for us. We looked at it today, and Strike wants it.”

“What’s holding you back?”

“Leaving here, how are you coping?”

“For me, I want to have Cora happy and settled. This will be like going to work; I don’t need to be here all the time. I have been asking you to delegate the workload for years. Now you have a reason to do that. Walk out that door, as you do in the courtroom, you don’t carry it around with you all the time, you come here when needed, or if something’s going down, but you go home at night, or on party nights, in the morning, but you go home, this was never meant to be our forever home.”

“You’re right, as usual, this is the clubhouse, not my home; it should never have been classed as home. Home is where Strike is, and not the baby. It carries a lot of memories that I will always cherish, and it’s not like I am leaving, but moving down the street. Thank you, I needed that.” Oddball and I left his office, his face carrying less stress now that the decision was made and he had reached some agreement in his

head.

Cora, I need to go pick her up. Been up all night following up on that delivery business. The police still haven’t come forward with any information to swap, so Oddball hasn’t shared this with them. I can’t have the police getting all gun–ho and spoiling what we are trying to do.

When I arrived at the hospital and found Cora, she explained that she had been stuck there a little longer. I understand Cora’s situation–she’s stuck at work, and I recognised that she couldn’t walk out when there was no one in charge around to take over. I had to pick up Bluey a few times and was in the same

situatiotreach time. We can’t leave the place without someone in charge of the department; it would quickly become chaotic.

She looked tired and rushed off her feet. I don’t know how she does it.

Not about to stand being in the hospital, around all those sick and injured people, tears and emotions i can’t handle. I moved outside to wait. The morning was fresh, and I zipped up my jacket to keep warm.

The last thing I expected was to be chatted up right there at the hospital; these girls had to be desperate to be doing it here. They were harmless, not dressed like they were going to charge me for a good time, more like they had partied all night and didn’t want to stop because it was dawn.

What I hadn’t thought of was how Cora would see this. It never occurred to me that she would be jealous or feel the need to fight for me. I saw it as harmless fun, and now I feel worse than guano.

Got to make it up to her.

Cora’s got to see that she is it for me; no matter how good–looking a girl is, no one can take my heart; it’s

set on her. Cora needs to see that I am serious about her. I guess being my girlfriend doesn’t carry much

weight after what she’s gone through. I am kicking myself for being so thoughtless of her feelings.

“Go take a shower, get into your PJs, and I will get you some dinner.” Cora didn’t argue and headed up the

stairs, her step slow and tired.

“Scones, my sweetheart.” I crooned, with a big smirk, wiggling my eyebrows at her.

“What do you want?” Scones asked, arms folded and giving me a stern look.

“Something to eat, of course, and for Cora, she had a long night. Just got home, and looks ragged. Need to cheer her up, fill the belly, and get some sleep.” looked around the kitchen, breakfast was still being organised, and we needed something more than breakfast food.

“Got it, give me a second, made a nice chicken cacciatore, just for her, and you’ll find it in the warmer, because you took longer than I thought.” Scones turned around, opened the oven and pulled out a ceramic

pot

“No one to take over, till Bluey arrived.” I shrugged, watching her set the pot on the table and scoop it into

bowls.

“What? That woman left ages ago, would take that long to get to the hospital.”

“Don’t know what the holdup was with Bluey. Not my place to question.”

“Hey, take this up. You have worked all night; you both need some sleep.” On the tray were two plates of food, some buttered rolls, juice and bottled water.

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