The Liar

Chapter 1

Sienna

5 years ago

Smell of cotton candy and popcorn whirls around,carried by warm September wind. My lips curl upwards,as happiness consumes my heart. My fingers intertwined with his,his warmth seeping into me. I look up to see he is already staring at me,his green eyes watching me as I am something precious,his grin spread from ear to ear.
"What?" I ask,my lips imitating his grin. "You look adorable,Hex." Jeremy answers,pulling me closer to him. "I'm glad you're enjoying county fair. I know you always wanted to go." He kisses the top of my head,pulling me closer to him. The
smell of cigarettes and cologne enveloping me. Jeremy Aslanov is an every girls wet dream. Tall,muscular,with black hair and green eyes. His skin adorned with various tattoos,from his neck to his knuckles. Beautiful designes in color and in black. His sharp jawline and high cheekbones.He looks dangerous,like crossing to the other side of street dangerous but to me he feels and looks like giant teddy bear. Strong and soft at the same time. I still remember the first time I saw him. He looked the same as now,minus few of the muscles and tattoos. He was 16 and I was 14 years old. We met at the wedding of my cousin Natalie.
It was a big one,she being the part of Italian mafia and her husband,Mikhail,part of Russian Bratva. Apparently,it was a big deal. Joining of two powerful families and uniting two different worlds. At the time,I
didn't care much about any of that,but as I grew older I realized that I am my fathers legacy. Don's legacy,heiress of an Italian mafia. And Jeremy...well,Jeremy is Bratva prince. Pakhan's son and future leader of Bratva. But,when we met we were just two teens smoking behind trees,while watching the reception of the wedding from the shadows. The only care we had was not get caught. Even then,I could feel the pull to him. Something invisible coiling around my heart and tugging me towards him.
"Thank you,Beast." I say sweetly,his nickname rolling of my tounge." How did you manage to get us here without guards?" I ask,curious how the hell did he do that. Being heirs of powerful empires, it's a miracle that we can go to the bathroom by ourselves. Always guarded, always surrounded. Freedom was an
foreign word.
"I asked Marco for help." He answers,his hand leaving my shoulders as he reaches for a smoke. We wind through throng of people hurrying to next magician show or ride on merry go round. We came to a stop right next to a haunted house. It's an big old house,with shattered windows,skeletons, cobwebs and fog decorating the place. I always wanted to go. So I can hear blood in my ears and feel adrenaline pumping through my veins.
"You're joking? You asked the head of my security and my mother hen to help you?" I arch my eyebrow,not believeing. Marco is my bodyguard and my other father figure. He's been with me since my 12 year. We grew close so much that I started to call him mother Hen. It pisses him off.
"Yes. I told him I want to take you to fair,since it's your birthday! " Jeremy
answers,cloud of smoke leaving his lips in slow,seductive way. God,my ovaries! I still have massive crush on him. We never went above our friendship. He never showed he sees me as something more and I,being afraid of rejection,never admited to him that I fell in love with him. "And he said yes? The word yes left his mouth?" I ask Jeremy,really not believeing him. Marco is a control freak. Massive one.
"Yes,he said it out loud!" Jeremy nods,smirking. My brows furrow and I start bitting my lip absimintedly. Jeremy shifts on his legs and I look at him. His gaze slowly shifts from mine down to my lips,licking his own. Low hum reverbates through my belly. Heat crawls up my spine as I watch him watching me. I can see his green eyes darken.
This is the second time I saw him watching me with that look in his eyes.
First time was few days ago at formal dinner for my 18th birthday. I wore long silk midnight blue dress with thin straps,low-cut front and back,with slit along my leg,ending high on my thigh. He was standing with our friends on the other side of the balloroom when I entered the room. His eyes licked my skin.
"He's outside of the fair?!" I say. It was more of a statment than a question. I knew Marco wouldn't let it go so easily. "And yours?" I ask Jeremy,even though I might know the answer. "Inside." Jeremy  answers crushing the butt with his boot." Come on,Hex. They're not going near us." He holds his hand out,waiting for me to take it. I exhale and take his hand as he leads me to the entrenace of the haunted house.