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

He was right there, I could have easily kidnapped that wimpy suggestion of a man but fucking witnesses had to ruin it. 


“Harley?” My head slowly turns finding Benji standing in the corner of the room with his arms crossed. 


Taking a step forward he musses his hair with his hand, his blue Caribbean eyes staring at me. He’s wearing a sleeveless shirt under his club cut. The sight of worn leather bringing me home. 


“Benji!” I cry, running into his arms. 


His large arms wrap around me and I close my eyes. The smell of leather, weed, and spice makes me inhale a large breath and hold it in. God, he feels so good. I missed him.


“What is wrong?” He senses my unease. His lips press into the top of my head. His hand slowly rubbing up and down my back in a comforting manner.


Chapter 24