Once I was in the driver seat, I glanced at him in the rearview mirror as I started the car. “You are no bunny, but a kitten, da?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll let you have your fun since I know it’s you only trying to take your mind off West and also to goad me. You probably want me to tell Wade so he can beat you.”

He read me well. I did not like it. “I would win.”

He laughed. “No, you wouldn’t.”

It was my turn to roll my eyes. “Maybe one day we will see.”

“If you’re gonna stick around in West’s life, I wouldn’t pick a fight with Wreck. He’s a fuckin’ powerhouse,” Kylo said.

“Give me address,” I ordered, and once Kylo uploaded it into the device, I added, “Do you not think coming from a mafia family I know how to fight? I killed a man when I was twelve for hurting my mother.”

Kylo nodded. “Didn’t say you couldn’t fight and kill. Just know we can also.”

I grunted, presuming as much. I was just agitated and ready to take it out on others because we were running around like headless chickens. We had better get a lead going to see these people.

“Even if this doesn’t pan out, we’ll find him,” Lucas said softly.

After a few moments of silence, I told them, “I do plan to be in West’s life.”

Kylo smiled. “Good.” And I caught Lucas’s small grin in the mirror before he turned to look out the window. The rest of the ride was silent, each of us in our own thoughts. Mine consisted of West, and I knew the others were probably thinking the same.

I pulled up at the small house, stopped the car, and took in what was around. The place was run-down, as were the others around it. The house on the right looked to be unoccupied.

“Do we have a plan?” Lucas asked.

“Da, we go in and find out what their problem is.”

“We already know. They’re religious, strict, and unloving fuckers,” Kylo commented. “But let’s hope West has been in contact with them.” We climbed out of the car.

“Are you taking your cane?” Lucas asked Kylo, who limped heavily along.

“No, and don’t fuckin’ tell Saint.”

Lucas grazed his bottom lip with his top teeth in worry but said nothing.

When Leonid made a move to get out, I held my hand up to them. They would stay until I called for them. I doubted I would have to if, as I presumed, they were bigoted old people.

The curtain to the left of the door twitched. They were watching. Good. I hoped they got scared with three men walking up to their house. Though, Lucas was not intimidating at all.