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

Jerking the door open, I saunter out with sadness and longing heavy in my chest. If Harley is coming to terms with her side of love, I may not be around much longer.


“Get back here, Farrah!” he demands, running out into the hallway naked. He holds his cock, looking at me like he wants to kill me. But he can’t because he’s naked and stuck in the hallway.


“You don’t get to dictate my life, Benjamin.”


Walking to class, the warm sun shines down on my bare shoulders causing my dress to stick to my sweaty thighs from the unbearable heat. It’s going to be a hot one today. 


Keeping my head down, I silently wonder if Professor Prescott will be more open with me today. We didn’t leave on the best of terms yesterday. I wonder if he’s even alive.


My brows furrow from the female voice, did someone just say my name?


“Harley Vander!” That catches my attention, and I stop where I’m standing.


Chapter 31