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

“And the girl?” I look back to June.


I grab her by the throat, my rings shining from the sunlight coming through the blinds.


“Easy now, that’s my girl you’re talking about,” I inform gravely. Her sudden cocky attitude fades as fear swims in her eyes.


“I don’t know.” She begins to cry, and it does nothing for me. Her tears are a waste of emotion, as I’m this close to strangling her.


“Some guys in white coats drugged her, put her in this, um, this straight jacket of sorts.” She begins to tremble in my hold, and it makes me want to hurt her more. She’s so vulnerable, I can’t help but want to choke her. 


“Grudge had her put away,” Bud says softly, nearly a whisper behind me. I look over my shoulder at him, his hat pulled down and arms crossed. The fucking mute talks.


Viper loses it and throws the entire bookcase to the ground. Little polite outlaw turned fucking Hulk.


Chapter 45