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.
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.
- Original Title:Free Ride (Shadow Keepers #1)
- Author:M.N. Forgy
- Rating:8.36 / 10
Six Years Old
The bottoms of my dirty feet stick to the grimy discolored carpet as I make my way down the dark hallway to Mommy’s room. The familiar smell of mold and Marlboro cigarettes, the scent I call home. Lifting my right arm, I run my fingers along the rough fake wood that makes up the walls of our single wide trailer. I hear moaning coming from the end of the hall, or maybe it’s crying.
Pressing my hand on the flimsy door to Mommy’s room, I push it open gently and peek through the small gap. The door is so worn out its hinges have begun to buckle and it won’t shut all the way. My mouth parts and I breathe heavy as I spy. My mother’s bare back faces me, her hair bouncing up and down as her body bobs up and down. My eyes fall to a man lying underneath her, but all I can make of his face is his sha...