"Bratva ties in Florida are strong. I have a man I could send in."
Aidan twisted around to glower at me. "This is none of your fucking business, Misha. It’s sure as fuck none of the Bratva’s business. I’m dealing with this."
Savannah turned to me. "You can really help my friend?"
I shrugged. "If you wish."
She turned a pleading look at her husband. "Aidan, please."
His nostrils flared as he pointed at me. "You fuck this up, I fuck you up."
That was when I knew whatever score they were pulling down in Florida was big.
If he was willing to rely on me, then I couldn’t even imagine what the fuck was going on here.
"I have no intention of fucking up. Not when a friend of the woman who will one day be my sister-in-law needs help from my brothers and me.
"Please, send any information you have of her whereabouts to me. I’ll have Aspen text you my number."
Not letting them reply, I retreated as silently as I’d entered.
Whoever this Cassie was, she was a Bratva problem now, and I had just the man for the job—Nikolai.