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

Resting on his elbows, he looks into my eyes and presses something to my lips. I furrow my brows until the familiar feeling of my medication summons me. He brought my pills. I open my lips and take it. 


“Swallow baby,” he breathes heavily, and I do. My eyes flicking between his blue orbs. The pills dry in my throat, I cough them down.


“Do you have sex with Farrah too? Do you make love to her like you do me?” I can’t help but ask. 


His hand caresses my collarbone. “Like I said, Harley, Farrah is you and one day you will see that. I can’t love you without loving her, baby.” He shrugs, pumping in and out of me. Hearing that stings. I don’t care if it’s me, it doesn’t feel like it’s me. 


Still, most men wouldn’t fuck with my kind of crazy. For Benji to love all of mine, and want to help me, to chase me across the states… it’s more than any man I’ve ever known to do for his girl. 


Chapter 28