Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 88

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Chapter 88

Cora POV

The food did the trick, although I am positive it tasted good, i barely tasted it, hot, and it filled the need. Gunner was in the shower, and I could hear him singing softly; he has a good voice to my ears. I could listen to him all day long, deep baritone, that made my insides warm.

My laptop has a lot of emails, mostly from the town hall meeting, congratulating me on sharing a lot of information that will help them vote for a better park, and some asking if I had time to come and give a talk at their meeting. One school asked me to come and talk to their seniors about a study they were doing. I’m not sure how I can be of benefit to them, and I’m not sure I can fit it in at the moment. My life has been busier than it’s ever been, and I’m struggling to fit everything in a day.

Dad sent me some pictures of him and Mum from the courting days, high school, and social events. They looked happy. He blames his parents and grandparents, also he was too young and easily bullied into giving up what he wanted in life, in the end they got what they wanted, for a little while, before divorce had

them see, that their choice was bad, he wasn’t humitated, the family tore his ex wife to pieces, pictures of

her infidelity could be found on the internet if you chose to go investigating what happened, but by then, he lost all chance to be with mum, she was already dead. About the same time his marriage fell apart, the timing was suspicious, and I had asked Dad to use his power to do a proper investigation into my mother’s death, and what my uncle had been doing, from the time they started to date. I can’t let all that get into my head, and have to leave him to look into it; I don’t have the energy to go looking, or the guts to be honest, finding out my mother was not who I thought she was would break my heart, and hurt the little trust I have

left in this world.

Gunner looked every bit the man who should be on the runway or be seen in glossy magazines. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to think he wants me as his girlfriend. I feel bad for snapping at him earlier, regarding the two ladies chatting him up. He can’t help being so good–looking and a lady magnet who gravitates toward him. When he was not on enforcer duty, he had this kind face that made you want

to come and talk to him.

His mother would be proud.

Mother.

I know nothing of Gunner’s past, other than that he lived most of his life at the clubhouse and was close to a few guys since childhood. One day, I might ask about them. Gunner never talks about his parents or whether he has siblings; he says the club is all the family he needs. That sounds sad to me, but I get it, even being part of a family, you can still feel like you aren’t, at least in the club family, he felt part of it, needed, wanted.

With Gunner snuggled up behind me, sleep came faster than when I had been on night shift and slept alone. I guess he was the comfort I needed today. I am still annoyed about my behaviour earlier. Gunner didn’t deserve me snapping; it’s not like me to act that way.

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The phone ringing softly close by woke me from a deep sleep.

“What?” Gunner hoarsely barked at the phone.

“Give me five, and have a coffee ready.” Gunner tried to slip out of bed, but I sat up.

“What’s the time?” I asked as I rubbed my eyes.

“Three o’clock.”

“Thanks, time to get up and have breakfast, I can make my own way to work, you have things you need to do. I can come down and do a few hours with Hacker before work. I have slept long enough.” Gunner looked at me for a moment, assessing, before nodding in agreement. Gunner might not like it, but he can’t be in two places at once, and his job has to come first. People’s lives depend on the club firiding as much information on these killers and bringing them to justice.

Breakfast was cereal and berries, scones, promising to make lunch for me, and some leftover lasagna, which sounded nice to me. I can eat more for lunch and less for breakfast and dinner, if work lets me have

more than half an hour this time. I didn’t get the other half hour of my lunch break, so I recorded it on my timè card as overtime. I don’t expect to be paid for it, but it reflects the time I spent on the emergency department floor. It was a busy night, and I expect something similar tonight.

Hacker was busy, trying to follow two sets of drones.

“Hacker, I have a couple of hours before work, need a hand.”

“You’re a lifesaver, take the one, and follow the van. I’ll follow the other one.” I sat next to Hacker and moved the drone to follow the truck. It stopped at a fuel station, unloaded some goods, and moved on. There was no lingering at this one; the reports showed he never stayed for long at most places. Two more stops later, and it appeared he was going to stop for the night; this was a stop too early.

“Hacker, he’s setting up camp,” I called Hacker to my screen. It does, but it might be where he sleeps, but wait, he might use his bike to ride across through the trees and hit a few cars, and return, let me get some men to where he’s camping.” Hacker made some calls, Gunner arrived at the door, and stood behind me, looking over my shoulder at the screen.

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“Cheeking sod. We have the collection van closing in, I will halt them, and wait to see what this guy’s going to do, before we send the van in, we don’t want to spook him.” Gunner said, pulling out his phone to call someone. I paid little attention to the conversations, my eyes following the guys‘ every move. He sat outside and ate a burger and fries, and it looks like he downed a Coke. Chatted to a man, seemingly friendly, before heading to his van, removed his bike, and took off, into the trees, just like Hacker said he

would.

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