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

Looking out the window of the dorm room, I begin to worry. I shouldn’t have let Farrah walk out of here. I should have stomped down the hall and pulled her back in this fucking room. Demanded she get her shit and leave. It’s been hours since she left, and I’m starting to worry. Grabbing my phone, I try to dial her, but it goes to voicemail. Shit!


Sliding on my jeans and shirt, I grab my gun and slide it into my waistband. The hair on my neck stands on it as a cold chill rushes through the hot room. Something bad is going to happen tonight, I can feel it.


Whatever Harley had going on here. It’s done. We’re heading home.


Heading to the corner of her room I grab her leather bag, and a gun falls to the floor. 


“What the fuck?” I Crouch down, inspecting it. 


On the side, the skull of the club is sketched in. It’s one of the patched in brothers. Where the hell did she get this from.


Chapter 33