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

“Who are you? Where am I?” I ask frantically. My mouth dry from breathing and screaming, my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.


“You’re right where you need to be,” she tells me with a tight-lipped smile. She doesn’t make eye contact as she grabs something off a metal tray in the corner, her back facing me. I try and lift my head to see what she’s doing but I’m restrained and can’t lift far off the bed.


“Can you call my dad, he’s the president of the Shadow Keepers MC. He will get me out of …” I look around. “Whatever this is.”


She turns, a needle in her hand. Her gray eyes and pale skin making her look ghostly.


“Aw yes, the old biker routine.” Her cold blue eyes find mine and a chill strikes me right in the chest.


“Harley, there is no club and there’s no Benji. I really hoped having you sedated so long you would let that story go.”


“What are you talking about?” I snap, my confusion turning to anger.


Chapter 40