Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98

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Demetri POV

Made a few phone calls while I was in my room, getting the investigation into the uncle to dig deeper; they informed me they were ready to arrest him and his wife because they were both involved in fraudulent behaviour. All their assets will be frozen, including the accounts they tried to hide; nothing ever stays hidden for long, and they talked to the men working on Diane’s death. The news was not the best. They have the gunman, who was out of jail and living in the slums, having not been able to find a job since being released, he was singing like a bird. I will get a full report soon, as they want to verify what they managed to extract from him. The man’s alive. In a holding cell, we may need him for a court hearing, so we are keeping him alive. I wanted to end his life as he did to my woman, but that didn’t give me the answers that I needed.

My men were waiting outside my door when I was changing into my house clothes. Jeans were my go–to, always have been, but out in public, you have to wear the expensive suits that cost more than they are worth in my mind. Got to keep up appearances, my father would say. He and his bloody appearances, that all went down the plug hole when I kicked out my ex, and exposed all her lies, and his. From then on, they kept their distance. When grandpa died, my life became mine; his will gave me a large portion of the family estate, but he would have changed his will if I had divorced before he died. As my dad said about takeovers, it was all in the timing, and I played the waiting game. It cost me my love, the best person in my life, but was it worth it? Looking back, I would have done things differently, but hindsight is an amazing thing. You can see the flaws in your reasoning after the fact.

“Danny, Lewis, come inside, the rest wander around, check the security of this place, and talk to the staff, get what you can discreetly.” The lads will do as I ask, have been with me a long time now, and I trust them as much as one can trust a person.

Inside, I got to hear the last part of a conversation about shootings and dove right in; this was my area of expertise. I have to admit, I am impressed with this Hacker guy and am looking forward to meeting the man; he sounds like someone I could use in my business, not that I will recruit him, but maybe some sideline work if he’s not too busy.

We talked about what was going on and what had been organised, and I was impressed that Cora had played a large part in getting this far; her analytical mind was good at finding solutions or a path to them. She found an angle my own men hadn’t found. It was then that I revealed the undercover operation on that company and hoped they hadn’t jeopardised the men working undercover. Luckily, the men were not on the road, but worked in the warehouse.

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The barbeque was a great idea, a chance for us to mingle with the staff. I was proud that Cora asked to use my men to remove three ladies, and I get the impression a fourth one will follow soon. I liked most of the staff; they had been here for years. The four bad ones had only been here a few years, and must have thought they were beyond being sacked; that’s where they went wrong. No one was indispensable; no one, even those in places of high security, can be got rid of, even best friends. I pushed away the thoughts that were rising and shook my head to listen to the conversations around me. They had stopped fangirling me, and it was becoming more comfortable to be around the staff.

Food done, the tidy–up began, and Cora led us to her office. It was a large room with two huge desks. I assumed one was for Mr Cummins and the other was for his wife. I think Gunner should be in this room with Cora, not me. A wall of ceiling–to–floor empty bookshelves, which I am sure will change quickly, plush carpet, a printer, and a small room. I didn’t go in to look inside; I presumed it was a stationery and filing room. The room was bright, as a huge window took up almost a whole wall, looked like reinforced glass, hopefully bulletproof, will get that checked out. Mr Cummins appeared to have everything covered. I bet this place has a cellar, and possibly a holding room, and a safe room. Mr Cummins was a shrewd man, big in the industry, and protected his family the best anyone can. I admire him, what I knew of

him.

Photo time.

It was harder than I thought it would be, as I explained each photo, the event or reason for the picture, you could see clearly the love we had for each other. I hate that I was the reason Dianne lost that spark in her eyes, lost that laugh, that carefree spirit. I almost lost to my emotions a few times as I stroked a photo reverently; it was the day I would break my woman’s heart, and try to explain what was happening, which, as a juvenile, failed badly. I messed up what I was trying to say. Dianne ran from me and never spoke or talked to me again. Her family kicked her out of the house, and she needed my money. She didn’t use it at first, but eventually she used some for food, paying bills, living in the house that I gave her, and helping start up a business for her. Still, all this wouldn’t bring her back to me. Dianne was broken, and nothing I could do could fix that.

Cora seemed more like me. It hurts to think of those you lost, but you move on and keep living in hope, and Cora was lucky; she had a man like Gunner who won’t give her up. He will keep chasing her to the ends of the earth. I figured that one out already, just by watching him interact around Cora, how he lets her do what she needs to do, and gently pulls her back, grounding her, whether she notices this or not. He was observant and acted quickly. Everything I could hope for in a son–in–law, if it reaches that far, and I believe it would.

“Demetri, when was this one taken?” It was the only picture I had of Dianne holding Cora, who was about three months old at the time.

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“It was delivered to me at work, on the back tells you when and where, it came with no letter, and I still don’t know who sent it, but I have treasured it, the only picture I have of you and Dianne together. I have a copy in my wallet that I carry with me always. The man who delivered it to our reception was untraceable, with no company logo, and even the bike he rode had false plates. We never managed to trace who, and I didn’t want to pursue it, just glad that I had something to hold on to.” I didn’t tell Cora. I cried when I got home, away from prying eyes. I looked up where the photo was taken and have been past there many times since, hoping to catch a glimpse of them, but was never that lucky.

“I have this picture, in the box, that was part of what Mum left me.”

“The house, how did your uncle end up with it?”

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