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

Turning where I stand, alarms blaring I head into the main office. If anyone has it, I bet it’s in there. The nurse that helped us is hiding in the corner and shrieks when she sees me stomp inside.


“Where is her ring,” I bark. Quickly she opens a cabinet and flips through some colored files. 


“H-here,” she displays a baggie with Harley’s skull ring.


“Take it,” I whisper. Harley reaches out and clutches the bag as if it contained her heart. My ring really means something to her. 


I kiss her forehead, as her shaky hands slide the ring back on her thumb.


Finally making it to my El Camino, the blonde bitch and Viper crawl in the back seat, and I slip into the front seat with Harley close to my chest. My fingers tangle in her hair, it’s dry and matted. Her heartbeat slow against my chest, and it scares me to think what she went through in there.


“Where to?” Bud asks sliding in behind the steering wheel. 


“Home,” Harley moans, snuggling up to me. 


Chapter 47