A Song For Us (Fallen Tuesday Book Two) (A Brothers of Rock Novel) Read Online Free PDF Page B

a different outlook. He
wanted to change things. He wanted to help. Just like how he helped Amy. Her
bakery was open and busy and her uncle’s restaurant was busier than ever. Luke
wasn’t interested in taking any credit for anyone’s success, but he was
interested in helping those he loved who needed him.
    “Look at me, Luke,” Mack ordered.
    Jake and Trent came into the room
now, each holding a guitar. “Everything good here?” Trent asked.
    “I’m explaining something to Luke,”
Mack said. “We’re here for Gray, all of us. We can’t step in his way or keep
him from doing what he wants to do, what he needs to do, or what he feels he
needs to do. They’re all different. He may hurt himself. He may find some
answers. He may find nothing. No matter what, we’ll be there for him.”
    “I know,” Luke said. “I know. This
is drugs though. If he sticks his nose in the wrong business…”
    “Then we’ll have his back,” Mack
said. Mack lifted a thick fist and shook it. He curled his lip and looked like
a true badass.
    Luke laughed. “Fair enough. Let’s
jam a little. Ease our nerves.”
    “I’ll go get something to drink,”
Mack said.
    Luke crashed to the couch and Jake
sat next to him. He quickly elbowed Luke and nodded.
    “What’s up?” Luke asked.
    “Gray’s going to get himself in
trouble, isn’t he?” Jake asked.
    Luke nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”
    “There’s nothing we can do to stop
him, is there?”
    “No, there’s not. Mack is right; we
can just be here if and when he needs us.”
     
    *
    The saddest part of Carina’s life
was that the highlight of her day was going to the grocery store. She liked to
cook, even though her meals were for one. Walking along the aisles made her
feel like she had purpose. It also made her think of her grandmother. When she
first moved to Liering to help with her grandmother, the woman was able to go
to the grocery store. They would take their time and chat while getting
whatever they needed and wanted. There was no budget to care about. All Carina
cared about was making her grandmother feel good by keeping her distracted from
her aging body.
    Then it changed.
    It started with her grandmother not
wanting to go to the grocery store once. That first time Carina went alone, she
hurried through the aisles and made it back in record time. She actually
thought to herself then how much easier it was to just go alone.
    Everything slowly got worse. Her
grandmother not being able to go to the grocery store was the tip of the
iceberg compared to how it all came to an end. Her grandmother wasn’t able to
feed herself, change herself, or read the paper and understand what she had
read or what even day it was.
    The thoughts stayed with Carina as
she carried two handfuls of bags up the steps. It was easier to struggle than
to make a second trip. She didn’t need much in her life. It was just her.
Working at the club gave her access to the kitchen so she usually just grabbed
something there before coming home or before her shift started.
    As she walked the steps, her arms
felt like rubber. Her fingers were aching to just let the bags go. She
struggled and when she got to one of the landings, she heard someone pounding
on a door. What could possibly be going on now in the damn building? It wasn’t
the worst building in the world to live in, but there was always something
going on. Couples - young and old - fighting. TV’s blasting. Parties. Fights. Carina
tried to avoid those problems, but someone still broke into her apartment.
    Carina looked through the narrow
window of the common door to see what was happening. She hated being nosey, but
what did it matter? She had every right to know what was happening, especially
considering she was just one floor below hers.
    What she saw was a man standing at
an apartment door pounding a fist on it. He backed up a step and put his hands
to his hips, shaking his head. Carina couldn’t look away. The man looked
familiar, but