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

Slowly, I turn on my back and look up at my man. He smiles, his dick glistening with my wetness. My cheeks blush at what just happened. I’ve never done that before. 


He smirks, shoving himself back in his jeans.


“That was fucking hot.” He looks up through hooded eyes.


I shake my head, covering my face with my hands.


“Oh my God, no it wasn’t. I can’t believe I did that.” I giggle, embarrassed.


Something heavy and cool falls on my bare tits and I drop my hands, my shyness fading. It’s leather. There’s leather in my hands.


Furrowed brows, I sit up and look the jacket over. It’s brand new.


My mouth drops, it’s not just a jacket. It’s an ol’ lady cut. 


Benji’s Ol’ Lady, proudly stitched into it. I even have a road name.


“Hyde.” Like Jekyll and Hyde. “Viper calls me Hyde.” I laugh. It’s perfect, it’s not girly, and it’s a part of me. 


“I was just going to put Harley, but Viper insisted we put Hyde.” Benji rubs his fingers over the new patches.


Chapter 51