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

“Son?” My dad’s voice sounds behind Grudge, the crowd splitting to let my dad through. I inhale a shaky breath as my old man looks at me in distraught. “Wh-what are you doing?” He looks between me and Grudge. “Put down your weapons,” Dad’s voice shakes with age.


“Your son called me a liar—” Grudge huffs, looking to my dad as if he should handle me. My dad and Grudge go way back, and it scares me whose side my father will take.


“You broke the creed of our brotherhood!” My rage rattles my voice. 


“Is that true?” Dad looks to Grudge with old eyes.


“He killed my dad,” Bud whispers, and everyone looks to him. The hat conceals his face lowered to where you can’t see his eyes, but you can’t miss the tear sliding down his smooth cheek.


“He had Harley locked away, told me she ran away again,” I explain.


Chapter 48