Chapter Nine

Adrik

This is fucking useless,” I snarled, throwing my phone to the table. Leaning forward, I rested my head in my hands.

“We have to keep trying,” Lucas said softly.

Lifting my head, I nodded as Kylo placed a mug of coffee in front of me. “Blagodaryu vas.”

“If that was thank you, you’re welcome,” Kylo said around a yawn.

I nodded as Lucas said, “It is.” We both stared at him. He shrugged. “I know a little from an online class a couple of years ago.”

Kylo snorted. “Means he knows a lot with that big brain of his.”

“Eto tak?” I asked.

Lucas rolled his eyes. “Nyet. It’s not right. My brain isn’t that big.”

It was good Lucas knew some, because exhaustion had me switching between English and Russian, but all of us were tired, having not been to sleep, and it was now early hours the next morning.

The next morning, and we still had not heard anything. Pavel, the man I had on West, was still unconscious from the drug. No matter what happened, his excuse would not be enough. For his mistake, he would be taught a lesson so it would never happen again.

No one had a clue what had happened.

Meaning no one knew where West was.

I did not like it. My chest ached, and I rubbed at it for the millionth time as worry warred behind my ribs. My gut twisted, and I could not stop thinking the worst. Not knowing ate at me, and I was ready to fight something, anything.

“What about if we did try his parents?” Lucas suggested. I had mentioned them a while ago, but they both waved it off, saying that West did not really speak with them.

“Da.” I nodded, happy to move on with something.

“Might as well,” Kylo agreed, resting his cane against the table before he sat. From my men, I already knew what had happened to Kylo. “What’s their names?” he asked.

“Harold and Grace Millbrook,” Lucas said. “I’ll look them up.” He did and then reached for his phone. “I remember West saying they live over an hour away. This has to be it, since it’s the only Millbrook,” he commented before saying into the phone. “Hello… sorry to disturb you so early, but I’m a friend of your son, West…. Oh, yes, okay.” He pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it. “I don’t like it.” He glanced at both of us. “They said West didn’t live with them and would prefer not to talk about him.”

“Who said this? His mother or father?” I snapped.

“Mother.”