Biker Romance: Never Love an Exile (Exile Love Biker MC Series Book 3)

by Summers, Kara

  Soon enough, however, I wouldn’t even have to try to dissuade their interest.

  Chapter Two

  The Bad Deal. We called it that. Whenever we referred to the deal that brought my family to their knees we just said ‘The Bad Deal’. Everyone in the family knew exactly what we were talking about. My father’s business relied on investments and new inventions. He was always putting money into new machines and technologies that were designed to make life better. This was obviously a risky thing to do, but it had worked out for him so far.

  It was a great business until it all went bad. My father put a large portion of his investment money into a quack medicine company. The company ran off with his money and left my father looking like an idiot. Because of this, many businesses didn’t want to work with him anymore. The reason people flocked to my father in the first place, was the fact that he seemed to be a genius when it came to trade. He always knew the deals to make and he knew which ones were going to fizzle and which ones were going to be successful.

  The second he lost that credibility, he lost all of his partners. He took it hard and never recovered. He closed the business down when the collectors came around and retreated into his office where he drowned his sorrows in liquor. It was so hard to watch and I did my best to keep him going but it was no use; he was too far gone. My sisters were off living their own lives and soon my mother left as well. I don’t know where she went, but my father and I were alone.

  This was how I finally got my wish. No one wanted to marry me because of the debt hanging over my father’s head, and even if I did find someone crazy enough to marry me, I couldn’t take them up on their offer. I had to take care of my father. He was far too sick to be on his own.

  A few short years after my mother disappeared, father passed away due to his alcoholism. It was a sad day, but I had very little time to mourn. He owed so much money to the banks that the second he died, they took the house and everything in it. I managed to sneak away with some of the cash daddy had hidden away, but it wasn’t much. It was barely enough to feed me and keep an inn roof over my head.

  I soon found out what it was like to be one of the working girls I used to long to be. I started washing down tables in the bar under the inn, hoping to make enough money to sustain myself. I managed for a while, but soon the inn keeper didn’t want me around anymore. My pretty red hair and sapphire eyes weren’t alluring enough to make up for my reputation.

  I was out on the street again before I knew it and I had nowhere to go. I stayed with one of my sisters under the condition that I wouldn’t be there long. One evening I found myself sitting in front of the fire, holding a piece of crumpled newspaper. A robe was drawn around my pale shoulders and my cheeks stained by tears.

  Margret came to sit beside me and gently put an arm around me. “I wish you could stay, but you know how Mark is,” she said quietly.

  Mark was her husband and he didn’t much care for me hanging around this home. He didn’t want to be known as the man housing Sara Blanche. I was quickly becoming a social pariah and I was nearing twenty-one. I was unmarried and had nothing of value to offer in a relationship. It seemed that my life in society was over.

  “I know. I know it’s not you,” I whispered weakly, my voice shaking.

  The paper crinkled in my hand and my sister looked down at it, her brows furrowing together a bit. “What is this?” she asked, taking the paper.

  “It’s an ad,” I said softly, looking over at her.

  Her brows furrowed and she looked down at it. “An ad? For what?” she murmured, flipping it over.

  “It’s a mail order bride ad. I was walking through the market and a gust of wind swept it up and it dirtied my last clean dress. It felt like a sign,” I said, looking back over at it.

  Margret’s brow furrowed and she looked at me. “You’re going to go out west?” she asked, her eyes wide as if she didn’t believe me.

  “What choice do I have?” I asked, covering my face with one hand. “No one here is going to marry me. You see the way they look at me,” I whispered, tears starting to sting my eyes. I pulled my hand away and took a deep breath. “There’s nothing for me here, sister. I love you and I love Chloe, but if I stay here I’m going to end up on the street.”

  There was a moment of silence between us and Margret finally wrapped her arms around me and held me close. “It’s going to be alright baby sister,” she whispered in my ear, taking a breath and pulling away. She put her hands on my shoulders and then my cheeks. “This might be good for you. You’ve always wanted adventure. The West is the wild unknown. You won’t just be settling down to be someone’s wife, you’ll learn so much out there and I think you’ll be happy. This isn’t a last resort, my darling Sara, this is what God intended for you.”

  I smiled weakly and looked down at the ad, nodding slowly. Maybe she was right. Maybe I needed to stop looking at this as the end of my life and start looking at it as an opportunity to get what I had always wanted.

  Margret patted my head and leaned down to kiss my cheek. “I’ll even make you fresh cookies for the trip.”

  Chapter Three

  I wasn’t really sure if I was ever going to feel better about going west. I was trying to convince myself of all the things my sister had told me. I wanted to feel better about the whole situation, but I didn’t know if I was actually going to get there. When I thought about leaving New York, fear and dread filled me to the core.

  I sent out a few tentative letters, though I was hardly expecting a response. I didn’t try and sell myself because I didn’t actually want to end up on a farm somewhere. The more I thought about it, the more stupid I felt for ever wanting an adventure.

  To my surprise, I received several offers. Men offered to send me travel money so that I could afford to come west. It was tempting to accept the money and run, but I knew that would get me into more trouble than it was worth. I took my time and read through all the letters carefully, finally deciding on a man named Connor Wright. He was one of the only men to send a tintype with his letter and he looked handsome enough.

  In his letter he claimed that he was not a rich man. He lived a simple life farming the land, but he had a young daughter who needed caring for. His wife had died the previous winter, giving birth to their second child. His story tugged at my heart and I was surprised that I wasn’t completely opposed to the idea of being a mother to a young child.

  I returned his letter promptly, requesting funds so that I could make my way to Billings, Montana, where Connor lived. He sent the money a few short weeks later along with a marriage license. He wanted us to be legally married by the time I arrived. I signed the paper with a bit of hesitancy, knowing that I was finally signing away my freedom, though I also understood that I didn’t really have a choice.

  When I told Margret that I had found a man to take me on she was sad and worried but happy for me on some level. She knew that New York was sucking the life out of me, and she wanted to see me back to my old self, even if that meant giving me up forever. It was rare that women who went west came back to their families.

  She walked me to the train station, adjusting the hat she had bought me. We’d taken one last trip to the boutique and she made sure I looked my best. She had tears on her eyes and offered me a weak smile.

  “I’m not ready to see you go, baby sister,” she whispered, leaning in and kissing my cheek.

  I nodded and smiled sadly. “I don’t want to go either, but I’m too much of a burden here,” I admitted, looking over my shoulder as the train pulled into the station.

  I took a deep breath and wrapped my arms around her, pulling away only when I had to. I knew the train wasn’t going to be in the station long and I knew they weren’t going to wait for me.

  “I love you. I promise I will write,” I whispered as I patted her cheeks gently and pulled away.

  She nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes. “You’d better, write. I will be very disappointed in you if I don’t h
ear from you!”

  I smiled weakly as I boarded the train and settled in an empty seat. The car was already crowded and the sounds of babies crying grated on my ears. I wasn’t usually that sensitive to the sound, but I was overloaded with all sorts of emotion and it was just too much.. I had to grit my teeth and try and ignore the sound, and soon I was thankful for the clanging of the train wheels on the metal tracks; they at least helped to distract from some of the noise.

  The trip was long and hard. The train car got unbearably hot with all the bodies wedged in together and I found myself staring out the window for most of the journey, trying to imagine what my life would be like in the wild country. That’s what everyone kept calling it; the wild country. I imagined fresh streams and large horses. Being from the city, I didn’t know much about animals but I knew about horses. It was deemed necessary for a lady to be able to ride a horse, though I had always learned side saddle. I wondered if my husband would teach me the proper way to ride.

  My brows furrowed. My husband. The papers had likely all been signed already and I was sure that we were indeed married by now. I could only hope he was the good man he seemed to be from the letters he exchanged. He honestly seemed like he just wanted a woman who would help him care for is home and child. I could do that.

  I traveled for days, and when the train finally came to a grinding halt, we were in a strange place. It looked like it should be a desert, though vast green plains stretched out in front of us and mountains rose far in the distance. I had never seen anything like it before and it took my breath away.

  I managed to get off the train, holding my hat to my head as tangled red strands of hair blew around my face, whipping my delicate flesh. I ignored the light sting of the thin hairs against my cheek and instead walked toward the train station. I walked right through the building and continued on until I came out the other side.

  The town was rather small and quiet compared to New York, though Billings was supposedly one of the larger cities in the West. The women wore dresses that were out of fashion, though they didn’t seem to be aware of it. Even the clothes in the store windows seemed to be a bit old and out of place.

  A few of the women glanced over at me and looked at me as if I were a snake in the grass. My cheeks grew hot and I turned my head away, looking up and down the long, dusty stretch of road, hoping to find my husband. I had a vague idea of what he might look like from the tin type, but that was all I had to go on.

  I brought my hand up to shield my eyes from the sun but it did little to help. I scanned the horizon for a man that looked like my husband and I was so busy looking that I didn’t notice the horse that came up behind me and started nuzzling me, pushing me forward.

  I gasped and stumbled a few feet, barely catching myself before falling face first in the dirt. A soft masculine chuckle sounded out from behind me and I spun around, my eyes catching a handsome man with stunning honey-colored eyes and soft features.

  “You must be carrying sugar cubes in your pockets,” he said in a rich voice, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Either that or you’re as sweet as an apple.”

  Chapter Four

  I spun around and stared at the man, wide-eyed and unsure of to what to say at first. He was so handsome, and while I had the tin type to go off, I had never expected him to be this beautiful. My mouth went dry and I turned away for a moment, hoping to hide my blush.

  "You must be Sara," he said softly, walking around and meeting my gaze with those intense, golden eyes.

  "How do you know who I am?" I whispered softly.

  He chuckled and held up a piece of paper that appeared to be a list of passengers that were on the train.

  "They try to let us know when people are coming through so that we can be here to meet the women. This is a wild place, Ms. Sara. There are men here who would trick you into thinking they're your husband and take you away."

  An unexpected fear began to roll in my belly, but his next words calmed me. "I knew you would be on today's train, and there aren't many women with hair like fire," he said, reaching out to touch the red locks.

  I blushed, suddenly remembering that I had told him about my hair. It was the most distinguished part of me. I figured it would be easy for him to spot a pale, red-haired beauty. He nodded toward the horse and offered his hand.

  "We should get you out of the sun,” he said kindly.

  I nodded and thanked him, taking his hand in order to hoist myself up onto the saddle. He swung himself up behind me, his body suddenly pressed against mine. My cheeks felt hot and I had to keep my eyes forward, knowing that his strong jaw line and thick golden hair would be the end of me.

  We rode in silence and part of me resented it. We weren't talking so I had no distraction from his strong chest pressed against my back. I could feel his heart beat through our clothes and it made my own flutter. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as I had feared.

  We came over a sloping hill and soon a small cabin came into view. It wasn't monstrous but it was more than big enough for a little family. It wasn't what I was used to, but maybe that was a good thing. He gripped me around the waist and helped me down from the horse, smiling down at me softly.

  "Welcome home," he said, motioning towards the house.

  I glanced at it and then back at him, smiling softly "It's lovely Connor." It felt so strange to say his name.

  He put his arm around me and nodded "It's not much, but it's home."

  I followed him inside and he lit a few candles. The sun was starting to set and the house was dark. The sound of a baby crying made me jump, my eyes wide and a hand to my chest. It wasn't a sound I had been expecting.

  "Don't you worry, Ms. Sara. That's just Regina," he said, walking over to a crib and lifting the baby out.

  Just as he was picking the baby up, a young girl ran in through the back door, carrying a bucket of water. Some of the water had sloshed out of the bucket by the time she had made it inside and she was panting.

  "I'm so sorry Mr. Wright!" she gasped, walking over to him. "I only ran outside to get some fresh water!” she said quickly.

  Connor smiled at the young girl and pulled out a few coins, offering them to her. “There was no harm done. You’re a good girl, Rebecca,” he said.

  She took the money and beamed, her cheeks going red in a way that I recognized. I wasn’t surprised that other women seemed attracted to Connor. He was such a handsome man. She breezed past me offering a smile and a nod of her head as she disappeared out the door.

  “I don’t like taking the baby on the horse,” he said, offering the small child to me.

  “I was expecting an older child,” I whispered, though I took the baby carefully, being sure to support its head.

  “Regina is just under a year old. My wife-” he hesitated, his voice cracking with emotion. “She wanted to have as many children as possible,” he said, looking away as little Regina wriggled in my arms. “She got pregnant soon after Regina was born.”

  I nodded and walked over to Connor, smiling up at him. “It’s okay. She’s a beautiful baby. We’ll make this work Connor,” I reached out and touched his hand.

  He smiled at me and nodded, patting my hand gently. “You’re right”

  I held Regina in my arms, staring down at her for a moment before looking back up at Connor. “Did the marriage papers go through?”

  “Yes. You are officially Mrs. Sara Wright.”

  I offered him a small smile. “It has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” I asked playfully.

  He chuckled and nodded. “It sure does,” he whispered, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

  My heart fluttered and my body felt hot. I was embarrassed but excited at the same time. Was this how life was going to be from now on? Now that I wasn’t afraid of the type of man Connor might be, I found myself excited to find out what was going to happen next.

  Maybe my adventure was just beginning.

  Chapter Five

  Life was wonderful
with Connor. It was better than I ever could have imagined. I learned so much from him and in those first few months as his wife, I really started to fall for him. At first, my feelings came as a bit of a surprise. I wasn’t expecting to feel anything for him at all and I wasn’t really expecting him to feel anything for me either.

  We slept in separate beds for the first few nights but soon enough I wanted to be close to him, even as I slept. Soon enough we were like any other married couple. We were laughing together and falling in love like other people around us. It was more than I ever could have hoped for.

  Life in Billings was far simpler than life in New York. People gossiped of course, but it was an innocent kind of gossip that didn’t seem to do any harm. Money held little weight here. People mostly grew what they needed and traded vegetables and fruit for meat. We didn’t seem to buy much and I was okay with that. I was happy to do away with all of the money-hungry politics I had grown up with. I was happy with the simpler things.

  I was welcomed by Connor’s church, a small country congregation that met twice a week. We sang songs and met after service for lunches and dinners and for the first time in my life I truly felt like I was part of a community. Everyone in Billings was so kind to me and showed me nothing but love and respect. With the exception of one person. Her name was Ariel and it wouldn’t take me long to realize she despised me.

  Ariel was a beautiful young girl who had been married off to one of the local farmers. The rumor that floated around town was that she hated her husband with a burning passion. She had married him out of desperation and regretted her decision immensely. He took good care of her and they had a young son together, but that didn’t stop her from being miserable with her life. She despised her own husband and had eyes for Connor. She had offered herself to him on several occasions, though he never took her up on her offers since he was a God-fearing man who’d resolved to only lay with his wife.