Between Us (The Renegade Saints #3) Read Online Free

right. We were in the second week of writing our new album and things were pretty damn tight. Ty did ninety days in rehab, followed by two months in a sober living community, and the difference in him was like night and day. He still struggled with his past, but without the drugs, he was coping much better. Therapy was finally making a difference, something I knew wouldn’t be the case if he’d continued using.
    Being together, working on the album was good for all of us. We’d needed the reboot. The last one we’d put out had been utter bullshit, to be honest. It was a fucking embarrassment filled with self-indulgent crap, and it grated on my damn nerves whenever I heard it. Fortunately, we all felt the same way about it, which meant we were working hard to make sure the new shit we were writing, rocked.
    In the beginning stages, the writing sessions were always pretty laid back. Most of the album was written in Ty’s guesthouse, where we met and wrote for a few hours each day.
    Our routine was pretty set in stone. Flynn wrote down the lyrics he and I came up with. I strummed the guitar as we wrote because it helped me think. Gavin used his drumsticks on every damn thing he could to get us into the rhythm of it, and Ty would up or down vote ideas, then tweak the lyrics with Flynn.
    It could take us days—sometimes weeks—to get the lyrics of one song just so. While Flynn and Ty would work out the runs, Gavin and I would get to work writing the music. Hands down, my favorite part of being in the band was the way we all worked together like a well-oiled machine. It was a brotherhood and I loved it. The things the four of us had experienced together were things no one but us could ever really understand. Our bond was unbreakable.
    “We gotta call it a day,” Gavin announced. “I have to get dressed to take Bree out for her birthday dinner. We should be at Flynn’s for cake and ice cream around nine.”
    Gavin’s little sister, Gabrielle, was like a little sister to all of us. The only reason we didn’t go to her birthday dinners was because their parents could show up. Granted, they had a thirty percent chance of being there, but it was enough for us all to steer clear. We didn’t stay away for ourselves, though. We stayed away because it mortified Gavin and Bree, which wasn’t okay.
    If you looked on Wikipedia for asshole parents, you’d find the Wildes. Mrs. Wilde was a straight-up slut, no apologies about it. She fucked anyone who stayed still long enough for her to mount, and for some fucking reason, her husband put up with it. It embarrassed the fuck out of Gavin and Bree whenever their mom was around us because she’d inevitably try getting sexual with me, Flynn, or Ty. Between the three of us, we’d spent a ridiculous amount of time shoving Allison Wilde off of our laps. All this would happen while Joe Wilde sat there, turning a blind eye to her behavior. It was bizarre.
    “We’ll be there,” I responded. “Gram’s bringing her famous chocolate layer cake so don’t fuck off and come late or I’ll eat it.”
    “You probably would eat the damn cake before the birthday girl ever arrived,” Gavin laughed. “You’ve got serious chocolate problems, my friend.”
    I answered by way of my middle finger. After Gavin left, the rest of us spent a few minutes packing up our gear and straightening the living room of Ty’s guesthouse. Once we were finished, we all went our separate ways, agreeing to meet up at Flynn’s about an hour before Gavin and Bree were supposed to arrive.

    Since Flynn and I lived in the same development, I walked to his house. I’d had twenty yellow roses delivered to Bree earlier in the day and I had her birthday gift tucked under one arm. Gram had helped me pick out what she declared was the perfect Louis Vuitton purse. I knew Bree would love it. She always loved everything any of us got her, which was good since we tended to spoil her. She’d been in junior high when we hit