Page 83 of Eight Bikers' Heir

David’s work was dangerous, and he dealt with threatening individuals and risky situations that I might find myself in now too. However, my biggest fear was losing the love of my life, whether that was because he went down in battle or our marriage failed. I didn’t want to lose David in any way, and I didn’t see myself surviving another few years of us hardly seeing each other.

Desperate times certainly called for desperate measures. Besides, I could use the work since I recently finished up a freelance project, and I loved anything that had to do with languages. I already knew Spanish and Italian by the time I graduated high school. More followed, including Vlasic. I never thought I’d actually get the chance to use it!

“Alright, here we are,” David said as our Uber approached the drop-off area of the airport.

I reached out and took his hand, drawing his blue eyes to mine. There were more defined lines in his face now, but I loved every single part of him. I enjoyed growing older with him, and I still saw the bright-eyed, adoring man that I met in my twenties.

“It’ll be okay,” I promised him. I put him under a lot of pressure by making this decision, but I could tell that he knew that we needed to do this.

The side of David’s mouth turned up a little as he nodded. He leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss against my forehead before the car rolled to a stop by the sidewalk. We thanked the driver and got our luggage out of the trunk before heading into the baggage area of the airport.

Usually, I took over when we took trips, planning everything out and taking the lead at the airport or at the hotel, but I let him lead the way this time. It was his rodeo, and I was the one who needed to adapt.

“The guys will be waiting at our gate,” David told me as he guided me through the busy airport, veering through groups of people and making his way with confident steps.

I trailed him, holding his hand and feeling my stomach twist at the thought of meeting the guys in his unit. I hadn’t ever met them before, and if I was honest, I never really felt the desire to because when I thought about them, all I thought about was them stealing my husband away from me. Maybe that wasn’t fair because they were just doing their jobs too, but it was hard to associate them with anything else.

“Do they know I’m coming?” I asked him.

“Not yet,” David replied, making my eyes widen. He glanced at me and laughed a little, giving my hand a squeeze once we stepped onto the express train that would take us to the right terminal. “It was such short notice that I didn’t get a chance to tell them.”

I couldn’t blame him for that, but they were going to be jarred. What if they didn’t want me to come?

Oh, well. I was coming whether they liked it or not because none of them knew Vlasic. How could they help the rebels to the best of their ability if there was a language barrier?

David led me off the train and to our gate at the far end of the terminal where a group of guys in military fatigues stood.

“Look at this sorry group of jokers,” David said, making them turn around with grins on their faces. He chuckled and greeted all of them with a brief embrace and a clap on the back.

It didn’t take long for them to notice me standing there, interest and confusion ringing across their faces. Handsome faces, admittedly. And there were…twosets of triplets. What were the odds?

My slightly wide eyes swept over all of them as they peered at me, my face warming up from all the attention. I needed to say something, right?

“Hello,” I greeted them, immediately shaking my head at myself in my mind.

David went back over to me, his hand resting on my back.

“Guys, this is my wife Brianna. She’ll be our translator for this mission,” he said.

One of the guys who wasn’t a triplet and had slightly unruly hair that still somehow looked good narrowed his eyes in confusion.

“Wait, your wife is coming with us to Vlasica?” he asked.

David nodded.

“I cleared it with Major Beckett. She’ll be able to help us talk to the locals, which will be vital in helping them overthrow Dimitrik,” he explained.

One of the triplets with deep brown skin, a shaved head, and a faint scar on his left cheek approached me with a friendly smile. He held his hand out to me.

“Welcome to the club. I’m Aziel,” he introduced himself.

Relief flooded through me as at least one of them took control of the conversation. I gladly shook his hand with a polite smile, hoping that some of the tension could be smoothed out before we endured a long flight together.

“Nice to meet you,” I said.

Aziel motioned to his brothers, pointing to one with tattoos all over his arms first and then the other with a leaner build than the others and a neatly trimmed beard.

“That’s Amir and Andre. As you can probably tell, we’re brothers,” he told me with a light chuckle.