Simon POV.
I’m very proud of her, but I’m also very mad at her, I told her not to shoot him, but still she did. She haven’t killed him, she hardly hurt him, scared him enough to pee himself.
“Give me that damn gun, you’re in troubles,” I whisper in her ear as we got away from Jack, he can’t hear me scolding her, I have to keep her immage even if I was going to punish her when we got far away.
“He cause it to himself,” Saint says back in a low growl.
“Shut it,” I say dragging her out of the restaurant toward my car, I closed the door behind her and looked at her with a glare.
“Why did you do that?” I scold her.
“He kept on insulting me and you didn’t give a damn, you allowed him to do it,” she says hurt that I let him insult her, not that I meant to do so, but I wanted her to stand for herself.
“You’re supposed to be my partner, to be on my side, you should be able to stand up for yourself,” I inform her, she’s under my protection, but she wants their respect she got to earn it on her own.
“That’s what I did, stood for myself,” she gtowls at me, she shot him.
“This isn’t going to slide,” I say starting to drive, she’s getting her ass handed to her for shooting one of my men, but after that we’re going to have some fun, she’s my partner, she’s my wife, but she should know to respect me and my presence next to her.
“This isn’t fair,” she groans.
“Zip it,” I say in a firm voice, I wanted to hold her, but I can’t do that right now, not until we sort this through.
I made sure to park the car in a place that isn’t as visible as the other parking spots, I turned the car off, and locked the doors, Saint looked at me confused, but she wasn’t getting out of this that easily. I pulled her over from her seat to mine, she tried to object but I was faster than her, she was laying over my lap, prone on her stomach, with her ass up in the air. I pushed her pants down showing off her skin now, the first smack wasn’t expected, I don’t think she expected me to do so.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Now would you do anything like that without my permission again?” I ask her and she shook her head no, she didn’t answer me, so I gave her round two.
“Now what do you got to say for yourself?” I ask her in a firm voice.
“I won’t do it, I won’t do it,” she cries out, now that I knew she’s going to behave, I started to rub her ass, going softly, calming down the red skin.
“Good girl,” I say still rubbing her ass, she whined and tried to sit up, but I kept her down.
“You sit up when I allow you to,” I scold her, she kept her mouth shut, probably scared of another spanking round.
“Can I sit up,” she asks this time.
“Yes go ahead,” I say allowing her up, she sat up, and fixed her clothes, rubbing her face and eyes, she wasn’t crying but she sure was on the verge of it.
“Don’t cry,” I say, reminding her to stay strong.
“This is nothing compared to what Elijah did to me,” she says, I only nod, I nknew it was nothing compared to what Elijah would have done, but it did hurt her since I’m the one who did it? I think, I wasn’t sure about anything around her.
“Do you know where we are?” I ask her changing the whole topic.
“No, where? In some parking lot?” she asks now looking around, seeing the other cars, all of them too far away.
“Yes, the shooting range parking lot,” I say with a smile, was her shot one of luck, or did she know how to shoot, we’re about to find out.
“Since when do you know how to shoot like that?” I ask her.
“Elijah taught me,” she answers, should I be scared of happy that she knows how to shoot now, I wasn’t sure.
“Let’s go see how good you are,” I say holding her hand and walking in, I gave them two fake names along with fake Ids for the both of us, we were handed two guns with a quick rundown over the safety, I was a regular there, I knew all the rules.
“Go ahead,” I say letting her start with shooting our paper target, she started by shooting, but none of the bullets hit where they supposed to.
“Don’t pretend for my sake, go ahead, show me how good you are,” I scold her, she didn’t hit his ear just by mistake, unless if she did, that was a very lucky mistake.
“It feels weird,” she answer me.
“What does?” I ask.
“To shoot like I did, I have to give in to my vampire side, look and see like a vampire, a killer,” she says her words coming out as sad.
“You’re not a killer Saint,” I assured her.
“What about all the people I killed when I went too hungry, you only met me cause I killed a guy,” she says her voice filled with sadness again.
“They deserved death and you had to survive, only the strongest survive, go ahead Saint, show me how strong you are,” I encourage her, she did a round two missing every chance she got.
“I need a strong partner Saint, stop pretending, I’m not scared of you, I don’t care that you’re a killer, I’m the king of Sinners, you don’t scare me,” I encourage her again.
“Fine, you asked for it,” Sophia says, shooting the target hitting it staright in the heart six times.
“Now that’s a good job,” I say with a proud smile on my face making her smile as well.