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 rubs his back before stumbling over to the chair next to June.


“I can explain,” he whispers to her. 


“Save it.” She rolls her eyes, looking the other way.


Grabbing the tape, I tape him up just like June. He sits there without a fight, looking at June with puppy dog eyes. 


“Wow, not even going to try and fight me, huh?” I ask with surprise.


“I don’t hit women,” he sneers. He pulls his eyes away from his wife and looks up at me with defiant eyes.


“You pussy,” I laugh, I was hoping he’d struggle just a little bit. I’d like to test out if I could take a man down or not.  “You guys really are making this too easy.”


“Is this about us because I thought I was—”


“Oh, shut up, Michael. This has nothing to do with you throwing your prick to easy college girls!” June screams, her face turning red.  I stand back and cross my arms. I’m impressed she’s standing up for herself. It’s like a fucked-up version of couples counseling. 


Chapter 35