M.N.Forgy

I'm crazy, deranged, and psychotic. Half the time I'm out of my mind and feel as if my life isn't even mine. Being diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, it's an accurate description of myself.
Born an MC brat, my only dream is to wear the colors of my father's club, The Shadow Keepers. To feel the weight of the warm leather press across my back, and to be a part of something with purpose.

It wasn't until the last drop of blood dripped from my fingertips and the gun smoke faded into the night sky that I realized what was really important to me.
Him.
In a blink of an eye, I lost it all. I lost him.

There's no such thing as a Free Ride in life, and our story is an example of that.

Free Ride is created by M.N.Forgy, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Free Ride

The scent of her cheap bubblegum and the hint of her leather jacket and boots fills her room. It makes me miss her so fucking much. My chest constricts with heartache and rage. I grab the dresser, my fingers digging into the wood. Hollering with fury, I knock her dresser to the floor. Drawers splinter and clothes fling across the room as it breaks. I hate that I love her, I wish for anything in the world I could fucking have a bitch suck my cock, and not close my eyes only to see Harley. 


Turning around, I press my hands against the wall and hang my head, my breathing labored.


“Where the fuck are you, Harley?” I whisper in anguish.  


If her father won’t find her… I will. I’m done waiting around.


“You know, I’ve watched you sniff around my daughter since I brought her to this club.  I told you to keep your little prick to yourself, and we both know you didn’t.” The voice of Grudge has me tense, but I don’t look over my shoulder. 


Chapter 12