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

“Your ring!” she whispers. She tugs and pulls on the ring on her thumb, but it doesn’t budge. Worried eyes look at me.


She nods and returns to the club, leaving me outside with a lone wolf crying into the night. My chest pounds with disappointment, and it makes me angry I feel this drawn to her. 


“Find something you love, and let it kill you,” I whisper my dad’s advice to no one. 


Sitting in Professor Prescott’s class which I’m surely failing because I don’t do homework, I watch him pace back and forth as he lectures the class about Hamlet. I’m sitting in the front row this time, wanting to be near him. His white dress shirt fits his hard chest perfectly today, and black slacks wrap around his ass. He’s perfection.


Chapter 19