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I chuckle. I can’t imagine either of them having pillow talk. I can imagine Jade torturing Roc for the information she needs. “Where is Teagan, Dario?”
My brother raises a brow at me.
“Cut the bullshit. You wouldn’t have done all the work to find out who she is, without having gone deeper and found out where she was living.”
“I tried, but everywhere I looked came up empty. The girl is fucking good at hiding.”
“But…” I say, trailing off, because I know he’s building up to something.
“I paid a homeless guy I go to for information. He sent me to two guys here in Indianapolis, who I gave two hundred dollars to, and they sang like fucking canaries.” His grin is one of triumph. “Your girl stays downtown in the homeless shelter.”
I blink at his words. What the fuck is she doing there?
“I’ve got to admit, brother, she was fucking smart. Homeless people are hard to track. Had those guys not given her up, we probably wouldn’t have found her.”
Christ. Dario did some digging. “Alright then, bro, you worked your ass off, so you’re with me this evening when we go and find her.”
He grins widely. “The shelter opens at seven, although people could be queuing from any time after five.”
“Then we stake the place out from five. You have a picture of her?”
He shakes his head. “No, not a single one.”
I reach into my pocket and pull out my cell. I hit dial on Lorenzo’s number.
“Boss?” he answers.
“I need a picture of Teagan Mitchell,” I say, and relay the information Dario told me, including her height, age, and date of birth.
“On it,” he says. “If she’s homeless, then it’ll be a little harder to find, but I’ll get it for you.”
Oh, I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that he’ll find it for me. If there’s anyone who could, it would be Lorenzo.
* * *
“You ready for this?”Dario asks as he rubs his hands together. The guy is itching for some action. Since our enemies are no longer, he’s been bored. He thrives on a challenge, and finding Teagan has been something he could sink his teeth into.
“The sooner I have her, the better,” I grunt. I hate waiting around. I have no patience.
I stare at the grainy picture Lorenzo sent through. It took him almost six hours to find it, and what he found wasn’t the best, but it’s better than nothing. Teagan is tiny. She’s five-foot-two at best. She’s thin, and her jet-black hair is long and hangs down her back. She looks in need of feeding. She’s not my type at all, but fuck, she’s beautiful, even in this shitty picture.
“Oh, here we go,” Dario says. I glance in the direction he’s looking and see the woman herself. The picture didn’t do her justice whatsoever. She’s gorgeous. Stunning.
I nod to Dario, and we exit the car. I make a beeline toward her. She’s aware of her surroundings, because the second my car door opened, her gaze zeroed in on me, and not once has it wavered. She’s ballsy, that’s for sure. She doesn’t show any fear, just keeps watching me.
“Teagan Mitchell?” I ask.
Her eyes narrow. “What’s it to you?” she fires back, and my cock twitches at the roughness of her voice.
“Just want to talk, sweetheart,” Dario says as he flashes her his smile.
“Firstly, I’m not your sweetheart,” she says as she crosses her arms over her chest. She’s wearing an ugly gray t-shirt that’s three sizes too big for her and a pair of black leggings. Even wearing rags, she looks amazing. “Secondly,” she sighs, “I don’t know you and I’m not in the mood for talking.”
The woman beside her places her hands on her hips and taps her foot. “We’re in a rush, so if you don’t mind.”
I’ve had enough. “I forgot to introduce myself,” I say coldly, and both women’s spines straighten. “Elio Gallo, and this is my brother, Dario.”
Teagan’s face pales. “What do you want?” she questions, and there’s still a bite to her tone.
