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

My eyes slowly rise to his. He knows I hate it when he refers to me as Harley. I’m not her. She’s… biker trash, a hood rat thug, and I’m… classier than that. I have ambition. 


“When exactly did you come about, Farrah?” he asks with a tilted head, his voice laced with tension. Him questioning my existence angers me. 


I snatch my hand from his. Ever since he came along, he’s been trying to control me, make me his and I hate it. 


“Why does it matter? I’m here, nothing you can do about that…” I purse my lips.


“Is it because of her mother?” He ignores my taunting. “That’s the only thing I don’t know about Harley is when it comes to her mom. She shuts down whenever I ask, or smiles and acts like everything was perfect growing up.”


I laugh so hard I double over. I’m suddenly slammed against the wall, and my laugh fades.


“I swear to God, if Harley wasn’t in there somewhere I’d kill you right here,” he seethes. 


Chapter 30