Chasing His Fox by Debra Kayn

Author:Debra Kayn [Kayn, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: life long romance, motorcycle club romance, Biker Romance book, may december romance, older man younger woman romance, neighbor boy romance, childhood crush romance, outlaw motorcycle club, gripping suspense, romantic suspense, wounded hero, MC alpha bikers, prison hero, friends to lovers, romance saga, sexy romantic suspense, bossy hero, neighbor romance
Publisher: Debra Kayn
Published: 2019-11-29T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Nelson

PACO PULLED INTO THE garage and got off his Harley. Nelson tossed the sandpaper on the floor and shut off the water hose. It'd taken him almost six hours to bang out the dents and reshape the metal on his bike. Luckily, the fork wasn't damaged.

"Charcoal was the closest color to black that they had on hand without ordering and waiting." Paco removed the quart of paint, primer, and topcoat.

All the paint he'd stocked up before he'd gone to prison, and included one that matched his Harley, had been thrown away when he'd cleaned the garage. He looked at the cans. "That'll work. It'll probably hide any flaws I missed in the bodywork."

He needed the Harley on the road because it was his only mode of transportation at the moment. Every vehicle in his father's name, which he inherited, along with his debt, once he'd been cleared of his murder, had been sold off to pay for his lawyer fees.

For how slow the business was going since reopening, his Harley would be the only thing he owned, besides the house, for the immediate future.

Curley walked out of the bathroom, zipping his jeans. "Prez called. We need to take off."

"Thanks for getting me home and helping out." Nelson shook both of their hands.

His liability to Tarkio Motorcycle Club grew deeper. He had no time to worry if he'd be able to pay off his debt.

"No problem. Let us know when you're ready to go after the asshole who done you wrong, man. We'll be ready to ride." Curley walked out of the garage with Paco.

Nelson put the quart of primer in the shaker and flipped the switch. He'd go after the son of a bitch, but he had no idea where to start. Half of Missoula wanted to chase him out of town, the other half pretended he never existed.

There were men he'd made enemies with while in prison who could be out walking around, waiting for a chance to get back at him for the politics that happened behind bars.

Thanks to his father, there was a drug lord and his cronies out there, probably wanting retribution for the shipment that was taken by the Federal agents, and they'd look to him to make up for their loss.

The shaker turned off. He poured the primer in the sprayer and slipped a mask over his nose and mouth. Closing the garage doors, he turned on the exhaust fan.

He'd finished dismantling the bike and wet sanding the metal he'd reformed earlier. All he had to do was put on each coat.

With something else to concentrate on, he let the rhythmic side to side movements of the application calm him. It would take seventy-two hours after the topcoat was applied before he could put his Harley back together and ride. Until then, he was stuck at home.

It could be worse. He could be dead or in prison.

Hell, he wouldn't put it past that little prick, Jerry, to be responsible for the damage to his Harley.

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