I shared a look with Lucas. Adrik was the man West had feelings for. Had it been reciprocated this whole time? Fuck, it must have been if he had a guard on West.

I stood. “Then we need to go talk to him. He might have more information.”

“Not needed. That’s all the information he had—”

“But—”

There was a knock on the door before it opened, and Death strode in. Someone else followed. A guy I didn’t know.

“What the fuck is he doin’ here?” Wreck demanded, standing.

“Who is he?” Lucas asked, joining Wreck.

Death glared at the man beside him. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer. I thought it better I bring him, so he didn’t get anyone we know in trouble.”

“Why are there cars pulling up outside?” Saint asked. I hadn’t noticed he’d walked over to the window.

“They are my men.”

I spun my gaze back to the man with a Russian accent. Adrik Hail. And from Lucas’s gasp, he’d worked out who he was as well.

“You’re Adrik,” Lucas blurted.

Adrik’s cold gaze fell on Lucas. “Da.”

“Just found out his father’s Nicholai Mikhaillova,” Death announced.

Wreck was the only one who obviously knew the name. “Get the fuck outta my house.”

“Nyet, I am here to help. I will help.”

Wreck started for him but froze when Adrik swiftly pulled a gun and pointed it at him. “You will not stop me from helping.”

“Fuck, I shoulda taken the damn gun off you,” Death commented with a groan.

“Wade,” Lucas said softly. He stepped up and curled his hands around Wreck’s arm. “Let’s calm down a second and find out more information.”

“Yeah, like why Wreck had a freak-out over his father’s name,” I said, leaning into my cane. “Because I don’t have a fuckin’ clue, and I want to move this shit along so we can find West.”

“Da, I agree.” Adrik put his gun away. “My father runs the Russian mafia in Russia. I am no part of the mafia. I own businesses, and that is all. Nonetheless, I have killed and will kill for the people I care for.”

Of fucking course he just had to add that, which had Wreck growling under his breath.

Saint stepped forward, obviously sensing my lessening patience. “Right, so your dad’s the mafia, but none of it will touch us or the ones we care about.”

“Da.”

“I’m guessin’ that means yes?”

Adrik nodded.

“Okay, let’s join forces and move on. We all want the same thing. West home and safe.”

Everyone stayed silent for a moment.

“My men called from the college,” Adrik said. “They are with your men,” he said to Death, meaning our brothers. “West’s vehicle was found. Nothing was missing or broken.”