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

A car just ahead stops, it’s taillights illuminating the empty road. A nervous sweat beads my forehead. What if it’s a cop.


“Calm the fuck down,” I tell myself. This Range Rover being nicer than anything I’ve ever driven and doesn’t help with my discomfort. Leather everywhere, the smell of new car scent making me sick. I’ve never been in something so expensive in my life. Big ass motherfucker like me in the front seat is a dead giveaway I stole this damn thing.


Driving past the stopped car, which is not a cop, I exhale a large breath. 


Needing a better distraction, I flip the radio until a decent song comes on. “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold plays and I thumb my fingers against the steering wheel. Now we’re talking. 


Chapter 39