Dazzle Me

Prologue

"Theresa So, heiress of the So Oil Company, is still missing. One week has passed and still no sign," A picture of a woman with midnight black hair, plump lips and high cheekbones flashed on the screen. The famous Thersea So. She disappeared leaving her belongings behind and gave no clues to where she could be.

Mateo scoffed as the news reporter continued, "Once again if you see Miss So please contact the number at the bottom of the screen. A large reward is posted."

He stretched his tan arm in front of him, sighing into the barber's chair. Dario, an old man who has been cutting Mateo's chair since he could remember was a man of few words. He did not even speak as he brushed away the snips of hair on the apron. Mateo stood up and pulled out his wallet go pay the man, making sure to tip his family friend.

"See you Teo." Dario waved him goodbye. Mateo grabbed his jacket from the coat hanger and pulled it on, preparing for the cold air of New York. It was mid-March but Winter was still strong, blowing large gusts of cold air. Feeling a vibration in his back pocket, Mateo squinted at the dim screen and made out the name Gus.

"What is it." It wasn't a question. His eyebrows ticked and grew irritated.

"Boss, your sister is here-" Gus was cut off short and in the background Mateo heard his sister fighting to speak.

"Matty I swear to god-"

"I'm on my way okay? I'm getting in my car right now." He fumbled for his keys and unlocked the door of his sports car, sliding in. "I gotta go, I'm driving." Without waiting for a reply, he hung up and tossed his phone in the passenger seat.

He turned on the radio to fill the silence.

"Theresa So has been missing, no sign of her but her mother is here to send a message."

"Theresa, this is your mother," The woman said with a strong Korean accent. "Please come home-"

He turned it off.

Mateo grumbled. He was sick and tired of hearing that bitch's name. Everywhere he went he heard that stupid name and saw that stupid face of hers. Mateo couldn't lie. She was absolutely gorgeous, but the media had spread her name and face everywhere they could.

Pulling into a narrow and dark road, Mateo turned left into a under ground parking lot of his building: Angel. He parked in his car in his reserved spot for the CEO.

The Italian shoes on his feet clicked on the concrete as he walked toward the entrance of the building. A hand touched his shoulder and in one quick moment Mateo spun the arm around, hand going quickly to the gun on his hip holster.

"Boss its me!" The person cried out in pain. He squinted and his eyes' widened in recognition at the blonde head as he realized it was Gus.

"Sorry man." He let go of him, giving the disheveled man a moment to collect himself.

"No worries. Tiffany is upstairs," They walked together towards the entrance. "She is back from Argentina."

Gus looked down and smiled slightly. It was obvious he had a crush on his sister but had doubts that could ever work. Tiffany was dominant and controlling, voice powerful and exuding leadership-- she'd surely tear Gus a new one.

Walking into the doors of Angel Tiffany was there with her hands on her hips. Her spanish skin even more tan from her vacation in Argentina. Tiffany was twenty two, a few years younger than Mateo but she bossed him around like a mother. Clad in a tight red dress and matching stilettos, Mateo watched as his little sister walked toward him, eyes squinted in anger.

"Matty!" She stood in front of him and crossed her arms. "So I have been gone for just a year and this is what you do?" She gestured her arms to the lobby of the building. "A strip club motel? This is what you do with Abuela's money?!" She pushed his chest but Mateo didn't falter.

"This isn't a strip club Tiff," he side stepped her and walked to the elevators hearing her shoes rapidly click as she tried to keep up. The elevator ding and Mateo pressed the close door button but as the door was shutting, a skinny foot separated them.

"Ah Matty you can't get rid of me that easily, I invested myself in this strip place so I'm staying." Tiffany walked in and her eyes challenged her brother's. Tiffany a few years back gave Mateo a large portion of her inheritance to risk on his dreams. Since he was a child Mateo had always wanted to be a businessman but did not see a lot of prominent Hispanic men he could look up to. But years later after building his career from the bottom up, Mateo Torres was one of the top businessmen in the city.

"This isn't a strip club. It's a hotel with exotic dancers."

"All I heard was strip club."

Mateo pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, "Where is Miguel?"

"Upstairs. One of your exotic dancers is watching him," She rolled her eyes, "A stripper watching my nephew, good job bro."

The elevator doors opened up and Tiffany stepped out first, pushing past her brother and heading toward the large glass office straight ahead. A dark haired boy could be seen laying down, coloring and drawing in the pages of an old dictionary. Mateo smiled to himself as he looked through the glass and tapped it gently. The boy looked up happily and ran to the glass pressing his hands to the glass.

The boy ran to the door and ran to Mateo laughing.

"Daddy!" He latched on to his leg and squeezed.

"Hey Miguel. Where is the woman who was watching you?" Mateo frowned at the empty office and grew irritated that his son was left unsupervised.

"I dunno. Guess what! Auntie Tiff came back and got me presents! I got a helicopter--it is just a toy though," He picked up the rambling little boy and began his search for the woman responsible for his son.

"Good morning Mr. Torres!" His secretary beamed at him. She perked up when he acknowledged and had a dreamy look in her eyes as she saw her tan boss come towards her.

"Where the fuck is Cassie?!" He tucked his fingers into his palm banging his fist on the secretary desk.

"Swear jar!" Miguel pipped up.

"Uh," She stammered at his tone of voice, "I think in her room sir."

Without thanking her, Mateo took the stairs to the dancer floors. Locating her assigned dressing room, Mateo forcefully opened the door and caught Cassie about to snort a line of a white substance.

Aware that his son was in his arm, Mateo put Miguel down and walked into the dressing room, slamming the door behind him.

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"Jesus fucking Christ Mateo. What did you do to Cassie." Gus walked into his office and sat across from him, "Dude, she is crying and shit."

"I caught that bitch doing cocaine. She left Miguel alone too so I did what I had to do."
"Damn man but we need another dancer now."

"I'll find one trust me."

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