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

Blinking, a room comes into view, beside me a box of sand with a fork looking tool. My head feels heavy and foggy, the cries of Farrah echoing in my head.


“Farrah?” My head snaps forward and I see June. My fucking target sitting right in front of me. 


My heart skips a beat and my nails dig into my palm with a sudden rage.


“I mean, there are no hard feelings. If anything, I should be thanking you for keeping Michael out of my hair.” She giggles and I see what’s going on here. She’s confronting Farrah for her crush on the professor. 


Chapter 32