Simon POV.
I heard her answer him, and he kept questioning if she had left before and she assured him that she never left my side, she had taken some time off to enjoy her life as my wife, but then she came back, she decided she was better off working with me than staying at home.
“If the boss thinks it’s fine to have women in here, then that’s fine by me,” the guy says and I gave him one of my coldest looks, he didn’t just insult females in front of me.
I know a lot of female bosses, they are mafia bosses, one that works as CEO of legit companies, they are firefighters, and police officers and they aren’t ones to mess with, but instead of stepping in and calling him off, I left Saint to take her own revenge on him.
“The boss doesn’t mind having women in here, especially when I’m his wife,” she says in a cold voice reminding him that she’s my wife and he better not mess with her.
“We’re dealing with guns here sweetie, not make-up,” he says getting on her nerves again, she growled at him but he ignored her, getting some papers out and showing them off to me, everything was under a code name, nothing was called as it’s supposed to be, but I understood the code soon enough. We don’t have any paperwork trail behind us, but we still use the paperwork to make sure we got everything on the record between us.
“Do you see this, Saint,” I say pointing to one of the code names, letting her guess what that would be, she only nodded, I’ll explain more to her later.
“And there is a market for this?” she asks me, more than our leader, he works for us and he should know better than keep on looking at my wife with that look.
“Oh honey, if you know who you selling to,” he answers her with too much sass.
“We have buyers, some are in here, others are outside of the country,” I assure Saint knowing that Elijah might be asking about this later on.
“If you’re not sure we can sell the product, maybe you should’ve tried selling wine,” he says and this time we both growl at him, and the idiot wasn’t getting the idea.
“How about I try and sell your blood? Maybe sell your members you jerk,” Saint growls at him, I never heard her talking like that to anyone, was that the effect of Elijah?
“Boss,” the guy whines looking at me with pleading eyes, now he’s scared?
“I won’t stop her from trying any kind of trading, human organs love?” I ask Saint with a smile making him pout like a small kid, that was funny.
“Oh, yes please, maybe sell him to the underground and watch him being fed to the dogs,” she says with an evil smile to match mine.
“Boss, I’m one of your best men, you can’t do that to me,” the guy begs, he’s right, I can’t do that to him, I might be the worst boss out there but I can’t go around killing the leaders that work for me.
“We can’t start with him, so back to our work,” I say deciding to get back to work and drop the topic of killing my men.
“Boss, would you like to see some of the goods?” Jack, my man and leader ask me.
“Sure,” I decided to agree with him, I haven’t seen any of them yet, it’s been a while since I played with guns.
“Let’s go,” he says and I followed him out of the office, we’re in a restaurant, not a place anyone would expect that in the back of the kitchen, there’s guns, lots of guns.
“What do you think boss?” Jack asks seeing me holding a machine gun in my hands a big smile on my face.
“Feel like a kid on Christmas,” I answer him with a big smile on my face.
“What do you think princess? Ready to go home yet?” Jack asks my wife, I didn’t comment, letting her fight her own battles.
“You got any handguns?” she asks him, and he raised a brow at her.
“We got 2mm Kolibri, Beretta M9, Beretta 92, AMT Backup…” Jack starts saying, she only nodded her head, listening to him talk.
“Can I try this one,” she says picking up a 9 mm, I was ready to take it out of her hand, I know she doesn’t like Jack, he’s been rude to her the whole day, but not enough to shoot him.
“Be careful not to hurt yourself, princess,” he says looking at her with a smile on his face, he’s still too happy for my taste.
“Look, Saint,” I say going toward her, placing my hand over hers, holding the gun up with confidence now, Jack put both of his hands up in fear, he should fear me.
“Now a gun in the boss’s hands is scary,” Jack says sounding scared.
“Can I shoot him, please,” Saint begs, and I shook my head no with a laugh, she’s not allowed to hurt him, not yet.
“No, princess,” I whisper in her ear, she whined at the fact that she can’t kill him yet.
I let her go, and Jack placed both hands down, we had a small chat about how we’ll be moving the guns, and where they should go, Jack kept on throwing rude comments at my wife, but she ignored him, still holding her gun happy with it, I might let her keep it, but I’ll take out all the bullets as soon as we get home of course for my own safety.
“Ready to go, Saint,” I call my wife.
“Sure,” she says, still holding her gun.
“The gun princess, it’s not a toy, you might get hurt,” he says mocking her, in one swift move Sophia held the gun up and she shot with confidence, she didn’t kill him, but there was blood right on his left ear.
“Next time, I’m going to kill you, don’t try me, I know how to use a gun,” she says in a cold voice threatening him.
“Boss,” he whimpers.
“You heard her,” I say with a fake smile, holding her hand and dragging her out before she kills him for real.