Chapter 58

Gajeel was grinning like mad as he and Levy set about getting ready for bed that night. Why? Because he'd learned that Sting's bedroom was to one side of their, and Jet and Droy's bedroom was to another. And why was he happy about that? Oh... reasons...

The idiots had all irritated him today. Sting was a brash, cocky guy that thought he knew everything, and those two idiotic friends of Levy held the meeting up with pointless questions all day. Then all three of them had managed to insult Levy somehow over dinner, which didn't go down well with her. She'd chewed Jet and Droy out for insinuating that anyone had any kind of control over her life; Gajeel hadn't been listening, really, but they were known to make comments like that. As Sting laughed at the berated puppies, Levy turned her fury on him. Mafia boss or not, nobody got away with mocking her height except for Gajeel. She had a few choice expletives for him and a strong suggestion of where to shove his ego that had even Gajeel staring at her in shock. Of course, his shock had quickly turned to pride, and everyone else aside from Sting had dissolved into amused chuckles at Sting's expense.

The rest of dinner had been peaceful.

And now everyone was retiring to bed, and Gajeel had wonderful plans for his spitfire wife. He was killing two birds with one stone, really. He got to show his wife how much he loved seeing that fire in her eyes, and he was getting revenge on those three idiots. So, as Levy was changing out of her dress and into a nightgown, he crept up behind her, waiting until she was stripped to her panties before he attacked.

Levy squealed in surprise as her husband suddenly grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder. He practically dropped her on the bed, and she landed with a round of amused giggles. "Gajeel, you scared me!" she complained, but her giggling didn't stop. Gajeel just grinned and crawled over her, trailing his hands up her sides sensually.

"Good. I meant to." he chuckled as he began to kiss along her neck. She hummed happily as his hands cupped her perky breasts, teasing her tips with his fingers while he continued to kiss and suck at her neck. "How'd ya like to get some revenge, shrimp?" Gajeel grinned once he'd kissed a trail up to her ear. "Ya did get pretty insulted today, ya know."

"I did." she huffed softly, raising an eyebrow at her husband. "Revenge how?" Gajeel sat up slightly to give her a wicked grin.

"Oh, my shrimp, I've got the perfect plan." he chuckled darkly, his eyes ablaze with lust and mirth. "I'm gonna fuck you, good and hard... all fucking night long." He loved how she shivered pleasantly in anticipation at his words. "And yer not gonna hold those pretty screams back... capisce?"

Jet and Droy sat at the table the next morning with red faces, refusing to so much as look at Levy or Gajeel, who were seated on the other end of the table. They were talking and acting like normal, smiling and laughing as jokes went around the table. Sting was unusually silent, but he kept throwing glares at the couple as he sat by his brother.

"Do you think they know how loud they were?" Jet whispered to Droy, speaking at long last. Droy merely shrugged. Who knew?

"She almost sounded in pain." Droy muttered. "Do you think they're usually like that?"

"No clue. I don't know if I feel sorry for her or not."

"I'll lean on not. She's still kind of dazed, if you ask me." Indeed, Droy was right. Levy was talking as usual, but during the quiet moments her mind seemed to wander off, and then she would blush and snap back to reality, always stealing a glance at her husband as she did. Gajeel noticed it, too, and kept giving her smug grins which would only make her blush more. Based on that, there was no way she wasn't enjoying herself last night. It was just too bad it came at the expense of their sleep.

Across the table, Gajeel couldn't help but feel proud. His revenge plan had worked wonders, as all three of the idiots were absolutely silent today. Two of them could barely look at them, and one kept glaring daggers at him but otherwise said nothing. Another plus, Levy was still trying to process just how well she'd been fucked last night. Her mind was practically fried from pleasure by the time he let her get any sleep, and she'd had a tiny limp that morning. He was honestly amazed she was awake right now, with how exhausted she surely must be. Hell, even he was more tired than usual because of last night.

But it was so worth it, to see Sting silently fuming and the other two idiots silenced for once.

So worth it.

I tried to make a lemon... I really did. But it just didn't come out well with this chapter. Sorry guys, but I'm not gonna half-ass it with lemons just for the sake of adding one in. Besides, too many lemons take away from the story, itself. This isn't a lemon story, it's a mafia story. If you want lemons go read my Shots story.

Alright, that aside, some of y'all need to reread the last author note I left in the last chapter. I said I had about ten chapters written up. That does not mean that there are only ten chapters left, and I even said I was working on more... c'mon at least read my notes all the way through...

Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed this short little chapter. Sorry it's short, but hey at least I got to update during finals week. Might not be able to update on Thursday, though, so sorry in advance.

Thanks for reading!

-Nerdy12