Divorcing Her Mafia Family
Chapter 11

She was exiting Miklos’ bathroom when he stepped into the bedroom.

“This is where you disappeared to?”

“I needed my toothbrush,” she held up the item for display. She had also spent the last ten minutes shoving toys into the toilet. While in the checkout line of the hardware store she had found little toys which when immersed in water, expanded in size. They now were, thanks to the shoving of a coat hook through the pipe, stuck in the bend of his toilet and with luck, slowly expanding. Darya had already absconded with the packaging. She was struggling to keep a straight face as she refused to look away from his accusatory stare.

“You went too far. Your parents have gone home, and your mother is in tears. Eighteen months you have lived around the corner and said nothing.”

“She will have to get used to it. When we are divorced, I’m leaving the country and not coming back.”

She watched his face and noted the stunned surprise on it before he quickly regrouped.

“Dimitra, we are not getting a divorce and you need to get this through your head. Our family is forever joined through our marriage.”

“I want to see the marriage contract.”

“I will get you a copy and you will see all you stand to lose.”

“Is it what I stand to lose or all you stand to lose? You don’t care about me, Miklos. For all your moaning I’ve always just been a kid sister to you, you hardly have affection for me. You cannot be vovoi or head of this family, if you love a woman. It makes you weak. It makes you weak to have feelings and emotions. It has been drilled into your head by my father since birth. You want an heir, replace a girl who is content to just bear a child and spend your money. She can have my cut and my inheritance. I deserve to be loved and adored by someone who wants me, not my money.” She put her hands atop h**s and refused to back down. “Talk to Vasili. He will listen to you far better than he would a girl.”

“I have no intention of talking to your father about ending our relationship.” He walked in the direction of his walk-in closet and grabbed a suit jacket, shrugging into it. “Dimitra, we will make this work.”

“I have no intention of making it work,” she leaned against the door and watched him as he strapped a watch to his wrist. Her eyes narrowed on it. “You still have that old thing?”

“It still works and serves it’s purpose.”

“It’s an old Rolex.”

“It was a gift,” he met her eyes seriously, “given to me on my wedding day by my wife.”

“Funny, you wear a watch but never once wanted to wear a ring.”

“I don’t see one on your finger,” he commented smugly.

“I took it off New Years Day when your face was plastered all over the tabloids making out with the supermodel. I knew it wasn’t worth it’s weight in gold.”

“Where is it?”

“Who knows? I threw it in a jewelry box in my old bedroom at my parent’s house. I haven’t seen it since then. I have no need for trinkets of no value.” She made a face, “though now I think of it, I should have pawned it. The first month of having no money to spend was a hard adjustment.”

“I cannot believe you paid a woman five thousand dollars a month to pretend to be you.”

“It paid her bills and her mother’s medical care,” she made a face as she watched him affix a tie around his neck. “I can’t believe your security team is so stupid. We do look alike but she’s Italian not Greek. She goes to a Roman Catholic church every Sunday, not the Greek Orthodox one.”

“And how often did you go to church, my little wife, while you were in Boston, flogging fat rich men for money?” He gave her an annoyed look over his shoulder.

“I never went to church even once. There is too much b***d on my hands for them ever to be clean. Saying a few prayers is not going to gain me access to heaven after the s**t I’ve done in my father’s name.”

“You have no need to fear going to hell.” He turned to face her as he adjusted his cufflinks.

“Why?”

“The devil is f*****g terrified of you. He’s not letting you in.”

She threw her head back and laughed at his joke. With her eyes closed in laughter she missed his silent movements and gasped in alarm when she was pulled from the door frame and into a tight embrace. Protesting, she put her palms flat to his chest. “What are you doing?”

“I want a cuddle before I leave.” His eyes were teasing, “I have to go to my offices for the day. Since you insist on not fulfilling your duties to the company and will not be coming with me, I will ask you behave yourself today when I am gone.”

She chuckled at his request, “not likely.”

“I will see you at dinner.”

“I won’t be here.” She negated his demand and adjusted his tie for him, refusing to acknowledge to either of them how much she enjoyed his hands firmly gripping her h**s. “Magda, Darya, and I have a meeting with a potential buyer for our program. It is a dinner meeting. He wanted to meet with Mags alone, but she is nervous of him.”

“Why is she nervous? Is he dangerous?”

She felt his hackles raise instantly and moved to soothe them, “no more dangerous than any other CEO. Since our first meeting with him, he has been attracted to her. He wants her. She is worried he is using her to get an inside deal.”

“She is not very trusting.”

“None of us are,” she made a face. “We all come from ruthless backgrounds, Miklos. Trust is hard to come by.”

He stared down at her, his dark eyes searching hers, “you should have come home.” He shook his head at her. “Eighteen months you were this close and lied to us all.”

“What was for me here?” She wriggled against the squeezing on her h**s, “you have never been interested in me. The only reason you want me now is because I want my freedom. If I had shown up with the intention to fulfill my father’s ludicrous demands, you would be in Greece,” she made a face, “or Antarctica maybe.”

He sighed, “Dimitra, this has never been easy for me. Do you think I enjoyed forcing you to marry someone who would not reciprocate the feelings I knew you had?” His hand reached up and cupped her cheek as he held her gaze. “Any fool could see you had a crush. The best thing for me to do was quash your crush and allow you time to grow up.”

“You never intended this to be a real marriage Miklos.”

“No, I won’t deny it. I had hoped you’d come home ahead of your thirtieth birthday, and we could make an arrangement to stay married until your thirtieth.”

“Cut me loose,” she pleaded as she gripped his lapels. “You are already running Papa’s operations. Just take it and screw the agreement.”

He gave a laugh, “I would never disrespect either of our families in such a way and you know it. There is too much to lose Dimitra. Why is it so impossible for you to adhere to our agreement? Would it be so horrible to be married to me? I would give you everything you would ever need.”

She shook her head at him in amazement, “no, Miklos, you could not.” She struggled to escape his embrace, but he held fast. “You do not love me. You have never loved me the way a man loves a woman and you making the best of a bad situation will never be enough for me. I need to be loved.” She felt her eyes watering as truth spilled from her lips, “you say you quashed my crush because you knew you did not reciprocate my feelings. You cannot make yourself love me, Miklos. There is no way I will stay with a man who does not love me and as a result will do to me what my father has done to my mother.”

“I would not.”

“You already have,” she shrugged. “You were made aware I was coming home today and yet Saturday night you had a woman here,” she waved behind her, “in this very room our parents would expect us to make a child in. You were content to continue living your life as you have been, regardless of the fact I was moving back into this house.”

“Dimitra,” he protested her argument, but she held her hand up to silence him.

“I’m done Miklos. One way or another I will replace a way out of this agreement.”

“I will not permit it. I will contest it to my last breath.”

“Then it’s a duel to the death,” she didn’t balk. “One way or another I will replace my own way in this world and replace a woman who will raise a family with me without the darkness of Lykiaos’ following me around.”

“I won’t give up. I will replace a way to convince you to stay.”

“There is no way.”

“You underestimate me.” He stared down at her, his thumb stroking her cheek softly.

“You have stolen my words.”

“I mean to steal your breath,” he whispered suddenly and then crashed his lips against hers.

She panicked as his lips touched hers. Her hands reached and gripped his wrists as they held her face firmly, his mouth sliding softly over hers. Then panic subsided as fast as it hit. A millisecond was all it took for her to respond. Her mouth ceding access to his probing tongue. He tasted of toothpaste, a hint of his coffee still lingering on his breath. Her fingers gripped his forearms, holding on for dear life, she felt the strength in his hold. His mouth slipped back and forth, his tongue twisting with hers, sliding along her lips, his teeth nipping her gently as he m****d and dropped one hand to her waist. Her free hand gripped his shoulder desperately holding on.

Dimi found herself pressed against the door of the walk-in closet, one of his hands now curved around her neck holding her while he kissed her more passionately than any man ever had. Demanding and taking as he plundered the sweet taste of her breath. His other hand was around her a*s, gripping it firmly in his palm as he half lifted her off the floor, pinning her middle to his.

Held between his h**s and the door there was nowhere for her to go, and she kissed him back hungrily, her fingers clutching at the fabric of his jacket as if it were a lifeline. He was growing hard against her h*p as he continued his devouring of her mouth and she whimpered when his hand clenched around her a*s tightly.

The sound of a phone ringing was punctuated by the vibration of his cell phone in his jacket pocket, pressed against her breasts squished to his chest. It broke her out of her daze as he cursed to break the k**s and take the call.

She rested her forehead to his chest as he spoke furiously into the phone. She guessed he was annoyed they’d been interrupted but as she stood panting, her heart racing faster than it ever had before she was never so grateful in her life.

He stepped back to give focus to the call, which appeared urgent, and she took the time to make a break for it. She raced down the stairs in the direction of the kitchen and then through the patio. She looked at the girls. “We need to go.”

Darya frowned at her, “why? Now?” She was peeling an orange and licked the juice off her hand.

“I need to swim or run or something but,” the sound of her name being bellowed from upstairs floated down, “please, get me out of here.”

“s**t,” Magda scooped up the dog as if aware of what happened. “You almost f****d him.”

“Still might,” she whispered frantically.

“Why did we dye the pool? You need to cool down,” Darya hissed back. “Run, to the car. I knew this was a bad idea. He’s your f*****g kryptonite. Damnit.” The girls dragged her through the house to Magda’s car and shoved her into the backseat.

The car peeled down the driveway as she stroked the ears of the dog who was sniffing her face as if confused by the scent of someone else all over her. “Jinx, I’m such an idiot.”

“Two k****s in two days,” Magda was looking at her in the rear-view mirror.

“Why is he doing this? He’s supposed to be getting angry and telling me off, not kissing me senseless.”

“Senseless?” Darya half-turned in the front passenger seat to look at her as the car tore through the street leading away from the compound.

“Stupidly senseless,” she buried her face in Jinx’s fur. “He could have f****d me against the wall, and I don’t think I would have stopped him. I was all in.”

“How did you stop?”

“Phone. Someone called him. It seemed urgent because I could hear yelling on the other end and while he was answering I just bolted. I ran like a scared little bitch.”

“You should be a scared little b***h!” Magda yelled at her. “We warned you Dimi.”

“I didn’t think he would ever k**s me. Not in a million f*****g years!” she yelled back. “How many times have I said he thinks of me as less than a kid sister, someone he’s embarrassed to be associated with? I did not anticipate his tongue would be down my f*****g throat or his hands to be on my a*s!”

“Well, what did you expect? Look at you. You’re a gorgeous hot blooded Greek woman. Of course, he wants to put his d**k in you.” Magda argued with her angrily. “We should have come up with a different plan. We could have faked your death or something.”

“I never expected he would use my own childhood crush against me,” she argued futilely. “I expected him to throw money at me or take me to a warehouse and torture me to stay. I never once thought he’d try to seduce me into staying.”

“What was the movie where the woman had a metal chastity belt tied around her h**s. You need one of those.” Darya grunted angrily.

“I don’t know what kind of porn you’re into, but I don’t remember the movie,” Dimi mocked her as she rubbed her forehead angrily. “What was the drug they gave soldiers to reduce libido?”

“Saltpeter? It was a myth,” Magda flicked a glance at her, “but I like where your mind is going. We should drug him and get him to sign divorce papers.”

Dimi’s eyes popped open, “my mind was not there. It was on taking copious amounts of whatever diminishes s****l desire, so I don’t replace the motherfucker so God-damned hot. Which one of us used to torture people?”

Magda made a face at her, “you didn’t torture anyone.”

“Yes, I did. I already told you how on my sixteenth birthday present was my father insisting I do an interrogation on my own.”

“I don’t understand him, by the way,” Darya growled, “he raised you to be this tough, no-nonsense mafia queen and then he shackles you to Miklos?”

“He thought he raised me to do whatever it took for the family business to thrive, including birth little soldiers. He forgot I have my mother’s b***d in me too.”

“Man, did you see her face when she found out you’d been home all this time?”

“God,” Dimi m****d, “I felt like I killed her kitten.”

“You may as well have.” Magda took the exit towards Santa Monica.

“You think your mom is going to be any cooler to replace out you’re less than a thirty-minute drive from her backyard?”

Magda shrugged, “I’m not telling her besides, we’re talking about you, not me. She was really hurt.”

“What do you want me to do?” Dimi threw her hands up in the air. “She made her choices to stay with a man who cheats. She had an out. She literally had him dead to rights, with his mistress giving him CPR and she still stayed.”

“Yeah, it is weird.” Magda admitted.

“Maybe she’ll be like Mrs. K and want to run away with us.”

Before she could answer her phone rang and she g*****d as she noted the number. She ignored their instructions to not answer it. “What do you want Miklos?”

“Where did you go?”

“Emergency.”

“An emergency was it?” his voice was mocking. “I think, my little wife, you ran away because you enjoyed our little k**s as much as I did.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she huffed and looked out the window, grateful to see the familiar sights of the neighborhood.

“Dimitra, what time will you be home this evening? Monday nights are usually my only night off. I would like to spend time with you.”

“How unfortunate. I told you I have dinner with a prospective buyer. Surely you can replace someone else to spend time with, in my stead.”

“I told you, Dimitra, I intend to make our marriage a real one.”

“What does this mean exactly?” she tried not to roll her eyes, “we’re supposed to have dinner every night and talk about our day?”

“It means we will spend time together and get to know each other as adults and as a couple.”

“I’d rather not. You have enough lovers all over the world. Call one of them.” Her heart clenched uncomfortably at the notion. Two stupid k****s and she was already half in love with him again. She needed her head examined.

“I have no lovers.” He argued, “just a little wife who apparently likes to swing a whip. I should tell you, I’m not into being beaten. I prefer holding the paddle.”

She ignored the latter part of his comment, “you have no lovers,” she scoffed. “That’s like saying I have no computers.”

“I do not. I got rid of my last one Sunday morning. I will never have another except my wife.”

Her breath hitched at his words, “Miklos,” she whispered as she blinked tears back as the sight of the beach appeared in her peripheral. “Of all the things you’ve ever said to me, this was the cruelest.”

“Why, my little wife? I thought you would be happy to know how serious I am.” He sounded truly perplexed.

“Because in all my twenty-five years, it’s the first time you’ve lied to me.” She hung up the phone sadly and held up her hand against Magda and Darya’s inquisitive stares. It was going to take more than a minute to breathe and for right now, it was near impossible.