The Run (The Hell's Disciples MC Book 4) by Jaci J Read Free Book Online

sensitive about the bitch,” Tyler laughs. Picking up a wrench, I hurl it at him in hopes of knocking him upside his head. Ducking the wrench, he flips me the bird and keeps laughing.
    “You got a crush, my man,” Rock adds, sitting down on a stool five feet in front of me.
    I’ve known her less than twenty-four hours. I can’t form an opinion on a broad I hardly know. Lennon is hot as fuck, but that’s all I know.
    “The only thing I’ll be crushing is your face if you don’t shut the fuck up and get back to work.” The four of them laugh again and I leave. I’m not dealing with this for the rest of the day. I can think of a few things I’d rather be doing, and this isn’t one of them.
    “I’m out, motherfuckers. Have fun dabblin’ with each other.”

Lennon
    Walking out of the bathroom this morning, I found the house empty. Buck took off, leaving me alone up here in the middle of nowhere. Buck’s TV has a set of bunny ears on top of it. He gets, like, six channels, and there isn’t a computer in sight. Not that I’m really bothered by the lack of technology. I’m pretty goddamn good at entertaining myself.
    I wandered the house for about thirty minutes before I realized Buck has to have the most boring house on Earth. I guess I have to go outside to entertain myself.
    I walk Buck’s property, or at least part of it, until I find a spot I like. I’m not sure how much land he has, but the rolling hills and green trees go on for miles in each direction.
    At the far end of the property, a ways away from the house near a river, I find what looks like a foundation and the start of a house. A concrete slab, some framed walls, a staircase to nowhere, and a few big piles of lumber, covered in tarps, sit in the middle of a bunch of overgrown grass. I’m not sure if it belongs to Buck, but it’s a wonderful piece of property with an incredible view of a valley and a mountain range off in the distance. I sure hope someday someone uses it. It would be a heartbreaking waste not to.
    I keep going, wandering even farther until I find a small creek and a grassy clearing to call home for a few hours.
    Breathing in deeply, I fill my lungs with fresh air, and it’s heavenly. Falling back onto my back, I stare up at the blue sky above. It’s been years since I’ve taken a moment to enjoy the outdoors, something I love dearly.
    Buck’s place really is paradise. Miles and miles of uninterrupted wilderness, and green as far as the eye can see. My skin is warm from the sun and my toes sink into the soft, thick grass as I lay back and soak it all in.
    I stare into the crystal clear water of the river that cuts through Bucks backyard. I watch the sun dance off of the soft waves and the small fish dart around in the surf. Heaven. There’s no other way to describe it.
    Getting back up, I walk down to the water and dip my toes into the cool waves and pick some flowers along the shoreline. I debate if I should wade into the water when a crash and a crack jar me back to Earth. Jumping up, I spin around to see a mess of brown fur, flying towards me out of some bushes. Instantly my heart takes off in my chest. Throwing my hands in front of my face, I brace for the pain. I’m about to be eaten by a fucking bear. Of course, this would be my fuckin’ luck.
    “Shit!”
    I stumble back a step, only to see a giant hound come to a skidding stop directly in front of me. His tongue’s hanging from his big mouth, tail going a mile a minute, and it’s floppy ears droop down to his shoulders. He’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen with those big, puppy dog eyes.
    “Oh ... hey boy.” The moment I speak, the beast starts to dance around, shuffling his fury ass from side to side, while his tail beats the ground wildly.
    “Where the hell did you come from?” I ask, like he can understand me. Has he been here this whole time?
    He’s fucking adorable with his scruffy tan and black fur. The biggest ears known to man and the droopiest