Simon POV.
We’ve been training for the last month, and I don’t just mean the guns, I’ve been training and teaching my sweet innocent, not-so-innocent anymore wife about sex, she’s very happy to know more about it, our first time was something, but after the fifty-ith time, she found her own taste in sex and is starting to initiate it more often than just responding to my touch.
And the war, we’re ready for it, whenever it’s ready to start, we’ve been getting on Storm’s good side, she doesn’t know or understand why all of a sudden my gang is getting closer to her, why her girls can now dance in my clubs, and even have a little drink of blood as long as they don’t kill anyone. Being on Storm’s good side, avoiding Elijah and his man, not letting him know or catching any clues on us cheating on him, getting our butt safe.
Today was different, she woke up in a bad mood, and that’s weird, after last night, we had some fun, and we had great fun last night, and I made sure to please her more than once last night, and then she slept in my arms, safe and sound, but still she woke up grumpy.
“Are you hungry, Saint?” I ask her, she has been drinking some of my blood and some from a bag in our freezer, I made sure to always keep blood around for her, damn for all I care she can drink AJ dry as long as she feels full.
“Not hungry,” she grumbles, she doesn’t have a period or PMS since she’s a living dead, so I can’t blame that time of the month on her, she was in a bad mood for some other reason.
“Use your words lil-sinner, was it something we did? I did?” I ask her, allowing her to say it all, I won’t be mad at her for telling me the truth about whatever she’s going through.
“Nothing we did, it’s a message,” she says holding her phone up, she has one, rarely use it except for when she found out that she can order iced coffee, and that’s all the need for a phone in her opinion.
“Let me see,” I say taking the phone out of her hand to checking the message, it’s Elijah, his order has finally came in, he’s going to ask us to do things that we didn’t want to do.
‘Get over here, bring Simon,’ that was his message, very explaining.
“We should get ready then, we’ll bring Lucas and Logan, come on love, bring all your pink guns,” I say, instead of one, she got over ten pink guns down.
“I don’t think Elijah would like my pink guns,” she answer me.
“Good, he doesn’t need to like it,” I assure her, him hating the guns would make it even better.
“I’ll get dressed,” she says a small smile finding it’s way back to her face, she left my bed and ran to get ready, happy to play with all the new guns she got, she’s like a child on christmas morning.
I left the bed too, I got ready and dressed for the day, ready to meet the vampire Lord, ready to kick his ass if needed, oh, how much I wished to kick his ass, hopefully he’d piss me off enough or maybe piss Saint enough to get shot by her new pink gun. It’s not a toy and the bullets are real, they could and would hurt him very badly, might not kill, but hurt as fuck to a vampire Lord.
“Let’s go guys,” I call out to everyone, they all got out and got in my car, we had another one following after us, it’s one that filled with my best man, for more protection.
Elijah lived in a mansion, like would any other vampire Lord, a big house for a big jerk, maybe he’s making up for something, but only god would know that for sure. We parked our cars and got out, I led the way inside, letting Sophia stand on my right, holding her hand. Lucas and the rest following behind us, we all picked dark clothes, and except for her pink guns, and the fact that they are all gliterry, I say we looked like a group of bad ass.
“Elijah, Vampire Lord, we’re here!” I call out, calling him to come and meet us, I could see some fear in Saint’s eyes, but I’m right here with her, there’s nothing to be worried about.
“Simon, you’re here, along with my nun,” he says eyes locked on Saint, and the way she’s holding my hand.
“You asked for us,” I say with a fake smile, my voice filled with ice.
“Yes, I did, I need my daughter back,” he demands and I gave him a look that said hell no, I didn’t care about my life, I was ready to say fuck my life to keep her.
“She can’t go back, she’s mine,” I growl, taking a stand in front of her.
“Yours? She’s mine, she’s my daughter,” Elijah says and I decided to give our secret away.
“She’s my wife,” I say with a big smile on face, and the way his face fell made me feel in charge, I felt like I won this round.
“Wife? Husband? Without my permission?” he asks coming toward us, walking around us, looking at her hand, she lost her ring, I have no idea where it went she might have sold it or got it taken away, and I didn’t have the chance to give her the new claiming sign I got her.
“We got married before I knew you,” Saint says.
“Husband and wife, well that changes things, but not many,” Elijah says.
“What do you want from us?” I ask him.
“I’m going through a war, win it for me,” he says like it’s nothing, we’re stuck in the war still.
“It’s not ours to fight,” I try saying.
“Sophia is and would forever be my daughter, I control her, and that includes who she marries or get divorced from, or maybe she’d be a widow after all,” Elijah threats us.
“We’ll fight for you,” I say, he won this round now.
“Then you have my blessing, you’re staying in here until the war is over, get comfortable,” Elijah orders, I think he won the whole game this time.