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

“Fuck, she knows about him owing us money. I was right, she’s trying to prove herself to the club.” Tight-lipped, I slam my fist into the side of my car. The black paint dents from the impact, and I shake my hand out. The pain pulsing through my knuckles. If she fucks up, the governor could have her killed.


“She’s there to grab that bitch, isn’t she?” Viper puts two and two together. 


“Yeah, or his son-in-law. He teaches there too doesn’t he?” I look to Viper.


“Yeah, he does. You think Farrah will fuck him?” he asks. 


My neck cracks with that question. I can’t even begin to think about that. 


“I don’t fucking know, but standing here talking to you ain’t going to find her.” Stepping past him, I jerk the door open to my car and slide in behind the wheel.


“You couldn’t find some bitch with a drug habit or a slutty stripper with two kids? You had to fall head over fucking heels for the female version of Jekyll and Hyde.” He shakes his head, an arrogant smile on his face. 


Chapter 17