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

My chest strikes with anger, my eyes as wide as saucers. He’s lying. He’s a fucking liar! Sobbing, I look down, my eyes falling on my tree line tattoo on my arm, and the saying, “Learn to get lost a little bit,” striking me in the chest like a thunderbolt.


My eyes widen, my heart fluttering with hope that my being here is temporary.


“Then explain this,” I ask through gritted teeth. The belts jingle as I tug my tattooed arm in his direction.


The man looks down at my tattoo, his thick caterpillar brows inching inward.


“You like to travel. It’s in your file. I assume you thought desecrating your body would make you feel more adventurous.” He shrugs, folding his hands in his lap.


My jaw drops, that little bit of hope I had in my chest snuffed out. Adventurous, that sounds like a load of crap. 


“Maybe coming into population was too soon,” he murmurs to himself. He’s making me feel crazy, I’m not crazy!


Chapter 41