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

Sitting at the head of the table, Harley stands behind me, her arms resting on each side of my shoulders.


“So, did the governor pay up?” Viper asks the table.


I nod, as a cloud of smoke rolls from my lips. Bud gave me some of her hybrid stash and it’s the best shit I’ve ever smoked. “He sent it within the hour after Harley sent the picture of them.”


“That smells strong.” Viper looks at me with squinted eyes.


“If Bud is anything like her dad, she’ll bring us in a lot of cash,” my dad informs at the end of the table.


“How the hell did we not know she was a girl?” Viper asks the whole table. 


I shrug. Bud hardly talked, stayed in the background. She went under the radar for sure. She’s fucking smart.


“Is she patched-in?” Bridge asks, rubbing his long beard. 


Chapter 52: Epilogue