Chapter 3

                                              {Daemon}

Brazen. That's the first word that came to mind.

Shameless. And audacious.

It's not every day you come across someone as daring and audacious. Especially not a woman who doesn't seem to weigh more than sixty kilos.

Petite. Almost delicate-looking.

It wasn't her size that caught my attention. It was the confidence with which she lied that I found strangely alluring. 

It was as amusing as it was strange. A liar who was not nearly as convincing as she seems to think. Even worse, an exceptionally committed liar.

I mean, if her client had not been thinking with his dick, he'd probably have noticed her web of lies.

Sophia.

The name that had rolled off her tongue as seamlessly as her other lies  tonight. 

Probably a fake name she'd convinced herself was perfect to give to a stranger she would never meet again. Just as she'd convinced herself that she was a perfect liar. Or that she'd perfectly robbed me of my watch.

A light chuckle slipped out of my lips as I drummed my fingers on the empty table my watch had laid on just a few minutes ago.

That watch was one of the Voss family heirlooms. It had belonged to my grandfather before it was passed down to my father, and eventually to me.

Something as significant as that had no business being in the hands of that little liar who'd probably pawned it off for a few thousand bucks.

Yet, I'd let her walk away with it.

She was impulsive. I'd give her that. Outrageously so. And overly confident for an unconvincing liar.

But something about her had called out to me. Her recklessness, which was a sharp contrast to the careful control I'd built my life around.

It had been so fascinating that I couldn't help but be curious how far she was willing to go. And oh. Did she go the extra mile?

I was her husband. She likes it a little too kinky. And apparently she had a nursing baby.

"How interesting." A laugh escaped me because it was all a little too hilarious 

My little wife was pure chaos. Dancing around a roaring fire as though she wasn't afraid of getting burned.

And I like me a little chaos. Especially one wrapped in a web of lies.

There is something exciting about turning people's lies into a noose around their necks. Not necessarily to choke them. Knowing I could was enough. It was a game I'd perfected.

A game I needed to play now because I'd been fucking bored lately.

Which is why I'd played along with that little liar.

Because who'd be a better pawn than my fake wife, who apparently believed it was perfectly normal to disrupt my evening?

With a hum, I slid my phone off the table, placing a call to my second in command.

The phone rang for an annoyingly long time before a voice came through.

"Boss." The voice cheered, a little too enthusiastic. "Are you finally regretting going out alone tonight now that you're bored out of your fucking mind?"

 I let out a noncommittal sound, tapping an impatient finger on the rim of my liquor glass.

Oh. I was bored out of my fucking mind. I'd wanted to escape the boredom of playing a dutiful fiancé to the woman whose mere presence makes my blood burn.

"Ah. Very funny."

"Or very miserable."

My second in command, unfortunately just happened to be my younger brother: Adrian Voss, who is every bit annoying, sarcastic. And apparently bitter that I'd decided to come out tonight without him.

My finger tapped lightly against the glass, matching the tempo of the pop music humming from the dance floor.

The ring on my pinky caught the neon light flashing through the bar.

"I need you to find my watch."

There was a second of silence that followed my word before Adrian voiced out, "are you okay?"

It was a reasonable question. And coming from someone who knows how significant the heirloom is to me. I'd never have willingly or mistakenly lost it. So, if the watch is now missing...

"No. I am not in danger." I massaged the bridge of my nose. "Unfortunately. I think it was stolen while I wasn't looking."

If Adrian found my story strange, he did not comment on it. I mean, I was not going to tell him that I let some strange woman walk off with it because she intrigued me.

But I needed a plaything. A distraction. And my fake wife just happened to hand herself to me on a silver platter.

Adrian sighed. I could practically picture him rolling his eyes at my absurd story. "Since you're not telling me how a Voss heirloom was stolen from you, I'll track it down and send you the location."

"Five minutes."

"Yeah. Always an ass."

I was impatient. And any more time spent arguing with Adrian was time wasted when I could be finding my plaything.

No. I was not concerned about the watch. I'd find it even if she sold it off to some tiny warehouse.

The watch had an inbuilt tracker.

I was more concerned about my fake wife.

Patients have never been my forte, especially when I have a prey to hunt.

A few minutes later, my phone vibrated against the table.

I glanced at the screen. The tracker was active.

A tiny dot moved across the map, leaving the bar behind. Judging by its speed, she was already in a vehicle. Probably heading to her place.

My fingers twitched.

Excitement lanced through me. A  rush I got whenever I saw an enemy bleed.

Was my fake wife my enemy? 

Or was I simply amused by the thought of finally knowing where she lived?

For some reason, the thought amused me.

I straightened up when the dot slowed, indicating she'd gotten out of the vehicle.

Then I saw the location.

Familiar

A neighborhood where almost all of the Voss syndicate legitimate business was located.

For someone who lived such a reckless life, she'd certainly chosen a fitting neighborhood.

And my hunt just became easier.

The corner of my lips tipped up the moment the dot stopped moving.

Finally.

"See you soon, Little Liar."