Free Ride

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.

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Chapter 22

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Harley

“Goddamn it,” I growl. She has been in contact with him. My heart strikes in my chest with my next thought. I pray she didn’t sleep with him. I’ve only slept with Benji, and the memory of our first time is one I think about every night before going to bed. Farrah sleeping with someone else makes me feel… violated. She’s a slut and wants someone to love her so badly… she’ll destroy me if it means she gets her happily ever after.

She ruins everything.

My fingers still on the keyboard the skull ring that was Benji’s shines on my thumb. Where is he? Maybe I should call him. With Farrah coming out, everything has changed.

I climb over to my leather bag tucked away in the corner and dump the contents. The orange pill bottles I’m looking for don’t fall out of the bag. Gasping for air, I shove my hand in the bag hoping they got stuck or something, but it’s empty. I forgot them.

Without me taking them for days, Farrah will be back.

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