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

face I’ve ever seen on a dog.
    Reaching a hand out, I pat his big pointy head. With a slap of his tongue, my hand is covered in slobber and I couldn’t be happier. Looks like I have a friend out here after all.
    “Come on, buddy, let’s go sunbathe.” Right on my heels, the giant beast follows me and makes himself right at home, next to me on the grass. Stretching out, he yawns before laying his head onto his monstrous paws. “I think you and me are gonna be good friends,” I tell him around my own yawn. I let my eyes close and fall into dreamland.

    “What the fuck are you doing?” A voice demands. A dark shadow falls over my face, blocking out my rays of sunshine. “Lennon?”
    Cracking an eye open, I stare up and Buck, who’s staring down at me. His sunglasses are firmly in place and his eyebrows are sternly drawn down. He looks confused.
    “Relaxing,” I tell him, shifting onto my elbows. What does it look like I’m doing, ice skating?
    “Why?” Ugh, is he joking? It’s a beautiful day, the sun’s out, and ther’s a cool breeze. I can’t imagine being anywhere else right now.
    “Because it’s nice out here, that’s why.” He seems baffled by the idea. All this space and he doesn’t enjoy it?
    “Join me?” I ask him, patting the ground next to me. If he’s going to hover, he might as well sit and take a load off.
    “Yeah, okay.” Well, that was easier than I thought it would be.
    Reaching behind his back, he pulls out a gun from his waist and flops it on the grass by my head, like it’s nothing. I stare cautiously at it, and at him.
    “Um ...” I’m not scared of guns, but I’m also not an enthusiast either.
    “Just trying to get comfortable,” he explains.
    “Putting it by my face though?” I mean, he could have set it anywhere else.
    “Just a gun, so relax,” he chuckles, but he scoots it over, away from me. “Wouldn’t shoot ya with it. Not today, anyways.” I’m glad he thinks he’s funny.
    “That’s so nice of you,” I reply sarcastically. I’m not pro-gun and I’m not anti-gun. I’m pretty neutral, as long as the owner is safe about it and it’s not being pointed at me.
    Scooting up onto my ass, I cross my legs and get comfortable, leaning my back into Buck’s sturdy shoulder. Buck’s sitting next to me, booted feet flat on the ground, tattooed arms resting on his propped up knees. Staring ahead, he watches the water with me. It’s nice. 
    “Buck?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Take your glasses off.” I like it so much better when I can see his face and eyes. “I like you better without them.”
    For a moment he looks at me. I can see him mulling my request over, but after a beat, he removes them. “I can do that.”
    We watch the water ripple and flow. The fish swim and the birds soar. Buck lets me lean on him, holding my weight.
    “So, you have a dog?” Looking from me to the lazy beast next to me, he nods.
    “Looks like it, don’t it.”
    “Fucking smartass,” I laugh. “What’s his name?” Patting the dog on his head, he shrugs and says, “Bill.” Bill? What kind of stupid name is that for a dog?
    “Bill?”
    “Yep.”
    Reaching out, he snatches my little craft right out of my hands. “What the fuck’s this?” He’s manhandling the delicate little headband I had made earlier. Well, there go the little yellow buttercups. Squeezing a little yellow flower between his thumb and finger, he flattens it.
    “It was a headband,” I say to him sadly. I carefully take the crumpled mess of flowers from him. Jesus, his big hands just annihilated the poor delicate flowers. Looking them over, I surmise they’re unsalvageable.
    “A headband?”
    “Yeah, you know, a thing that goes around your head.”
    “That shit ain’t going on my head.”
    The image of a knitted ring of flowers on Buck’s head is something I’d pay good money to see.
    “What do you mean? You won’t wear it?” I ask him sarcastically, pouting my lips.
    “Fuck no.”
    “Relax, it