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

“Use her as bait,” Harley insists, her voice now with confidence. “Her dad did fuck us over, you already got this far, might as well play it out, babe.” I approve. Harley needs this. She needs to see what we do on runs, see if this is where she wants her place in the club to be.


Harley steps over to the professor and digs in his pocket a second before pulling out a black phone. Her hand shakes, and she keeps her head as far away as she can from the dead body. I can tell just by looking at her, she’s not ready for this kind of shit. She wants to be a part of the club, but when it comes to this shit… she’s not going to be around it. Not if I can help it.


I know she won’t sit behind the counter and sling drinks to the boys, and I don’t want her to, but I also don’t want bloodshed on my woman’s hands. She deserves better than that.


“What are you doing with that?” Viper looks confused.


Chapter 38