Divorcing Her Mafia Family
Chapter 30

“What time does the airplane start it’s run?” Magda asked as they lay on the sand outside the beach house.

“I delayed it until tomorrow. After f*****g with his s*x appeal on a grand scale and messing with is sphincter I feel using the airplane and banner would be wasted.” She giggled, “he also cut off my credit card, but I got into the system, reinstated it, and upped the credit limit. It cost me two grand to adjust the date and time last minute of the airplane banner. Oops.”

“I’m personally impressed how you managed to get everything in play before going to dinner with his family last night. You hadn’t even planned the laxative thing until yesterday.”

“When I was at Ares IT department, the head of his team is a blustering fool. Kept talking about all the ways they were going to take my program and make it better. Sure, you are, asshat. I’ll be making millions from fixing his mistakes from now until the day he retires. In my head I kept thinking this guy is so full of s**t. While he droned on and on, I got thinking of other men who are full of s**t and how they all need to be taken down a peg and of course thought of Miklos and voila my devious plan was born. I had the orders into the city before leaving the banking offices. I did a quick stop to the hardware store we like so much for a can of spray paint and tools to remove a toilet. I will say the staff there are very helpful. The man gave me a really great tutorial on shutting off water valves.”

“They are lovely,” Darya grinned as she lifted up on her elbows. “The man who taught us to use the chainsaws was a great guy.”

They all giggled.

“I wish there was video of Miklos’ walking with his a*s cheeks clenched from his car to the offices.” Magda suddenly gave a chortle of laughter which caused them all to erupt.

“How did he like the blouse?” Darya asked as they finally simmered down.

“Loved it. He gave me a song and dance last night about how we are not getting divorced but if I insist on us not having an intimate relationship, we could make babies in a lab. He actually said being sexually frustrated would be better for business anyway.”

“Are you kidding me?” Darya’s eyebrows lifted high.

Dimi grinned back with a devilish twist of her lips, “No, I kid you not. Thus, my plan is to make him as sexually frustrated as possible.” She quickly recounted her five minutes in the bathroom but left out the weird part of him stealing her vibrator. She was still unsettled by it.

She lay back in the sand and stretched, “he asked me to come to the office for a surprise today.”

“It’s a trap.” Both girls said in unison.

“It was before I made him almost s**t himself. He actually said it last night. I was so focused on my task last night I didn’t really look around his offices. Now I’m wishing I had. I might have figured out what I’m walking into.”

Jinx low growl made the three women sit up. Two of the women went still but Dimi was on her feet in seconds.

“Leave.”

“Dimitra, surely we can talk.”

“You don’t get to call me Dimitra, Agent Frye. Leave.” She didn’t back down.

“The beach is public property.” He looked around. “I think I’ll stay.” Jinx growled again and he grinned. “Your dog is ugly.”

Darya started to stand up, but Dimi held her hand up behind her back in warning.

“Agent Frye, if you want to have your expensive shoes full of sand, have at it. I have nothing to say to you and your continued harassment of me is a violation of my charter rights. My lawyer will be in touch, yet again.”

“I saw your husband this morning.” He plunked down in the sand near the girls.

Dimitra wondered how he was going to get his fat a*s back off the sand and then his words registered. “My husband?”

“Yes. Your husband. I saw him at his offices this morning. He looked ill if I’m honest. Not what I was expecting. I anticipated someone more robust, but he was a bit green around the gills.”

The notion should have made her happy but any kind of weakness in front of the feds was bad. She refused to speak to him and sat back down next to the girls and lay back, tugging Jinx closer to her.

“One of our agents and an informant went missing. The informant was going to get us into a shipping container on the dock but poof, they’ve both disappeared into thin air. What do you know of it, Dimitra?”

She remained silent and took relaxing breaths.

“You know, Magda and Darya,” he tried a new tactic, “your friend is associated with the Greek mafia and your so-called best friend is rumored to have killed many people. You should choose your friends more wisely.”

Neither woman spoke to him.

He continued, “I can make all your family’s troubles go away Dimitra. Just sign a contract with us. Head the cyber-ops division like we asked.”

Dimi sat up suddenly and grabbed her phone and took a selfie with him in the background.

“Did you just take my photo?”

“Yes, it dawned on me as I’m laying here listening to your bullshit my lawyers will want evidence you were harassing me again. Just sending them a photo to prove you were here. There’s a marker just behind you which shows the beach you are sitting on is actually a privately owned beach. Owned by my landlord who did not give you express permission to be here. Every time you do this, my lawsuit abilities improve.”

“You don’t have rights,” Frye glared at her removing his sunglasses. “You’re a spy against the US government. You are also a mafia princess.”

“I’m an app and web designer,” she laughed in his face, “with a focus on finance. You have an overactive imagination.”

“You are Vasili Lykiaos’ daughter.”

“You have a copy of my birth certificate,” she made wide eyes at him, “ooh, scary.”

Suddenly he jumped up and wiped the sand off his pants. “It’s been a pleasure Dimitra. I’m sure we will see each other again very soon. Perhaps in a holding cell?”

“Are you flirting with me, Agent Frye?” she mocked his words as he walked away. She looked over her shoulder to the house.

“That was really weird.” Darya said quietly.

“I hate to say this,” Dimi rubbed her forehead, “but I need to call Miklos. This was a distraction. The way he just jumped up and left, tells me he was keeping us here on the beach.”

“What do you mean?” Magda asked in confusion.

She dialed Miklos phone.

“Dimitra, I don’t have time for your games.”

She cut off his anger, “Agent Frye was just here at my beach house. We were outside on the beach, and he kept us chatting. As he walked away, I realized it was a distraction tactic.”

“Address, now. Stay out of the house and away from your car until we are there.”

“Of course.” She hung up the phone and sent the address to him.

“You think he kept us on the beach, and someone was in our house?” Darya whispered in horror.

“I do. I think someone tipped him off how much time I’ve been spending at the compound. They’re thinking I’m working for them again.” She played with the sand and closed her eyes. “I’m so sorry,” her apology was heartfelt.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Darya reached out and grabbed her hands. “Dimi, you can’t control what they do.”

“They are obviously desperate because they can’t get anything on anyone and so this is an attempt to scare you or trap you into turning on your family. They want you to give them up.”

“They’re trying to drag you into it. You heard him. You’re known to be acquaintances with a mafia princess.”

“One, you’re a queen, not a princess,” Darya teased her, “and two, there is nowhere safer for me than sitting beside you and we all know it. You would die for us. We would for you. Even if they shove me in one of those holding cells he likes to threaten so much, I will never betray you.”

Magda gave a loud sigh, “I might betray you if it was Miklos and I was drunk as I demonstrated the other night,” they all giggled at her words, “but it’s because he’s a scary assed mother fucker. Anyone else though, they can cut my tongue out if they want but I’ll never let you down.”

Both girls moved closer to her and wrapped their arms around her. They sat watching the waves rolling over the sand each lost in their own thoughts as the crash of the surf comforted them. Twenty minutes later Jinx was off Dimi’s lap and racing up behind them towards the house.

They looked over their shoulder as the dog almost leapt into Miklos arms.

“Traitor,” Dimi grunted and then felt sick to her stomach when she noted the man behind him. She followed the dog with the two girls trailing behind her.

Her father stepped past Miklos almost pushing him out of the way and grabbed her and wrapped her in a tight hug, taking her completely by surprise. “Pops, I’m fine.”

“You are not,” he shook his head. “I should have been made aware of this FBI agent before this week. Dimitra!” he scolded her, his blue eyes staring down at her sadly as he pushed her away to look at her before pulling her back into his arms. “Our men are in the house now removing whatever the agent had his sneaky pests install.”

Miklos spoke from behind her, “all three of your vehicles were tagged. My guys pulled them off. We will personally deliver them to the local FBI office via our legal team.”

“Your friends are now targets,” Vasili looked to the girls. “You will need to be assigned protection.”

“Pops, it’s not necessary,” Dimitra spoke quickly. “I can keep them safe.”

“No. You,” he squeezed her, “are the most valuable part of our family. More important than anyone or anything else. They are important to you and so they are important to us. We will them safe.”

“What if I leave?” she said suddenly aware her father’s hands were now almost punishingly tight at her question.

“Where would you go?” he frowned down at her.

“Anywhere in the world where the FBI won’t have jurisdiction. I can start over with a new life and be safe,” she clung to his words.

He shook his head denying her request, “no. You have been far too reckless, Dimitra. Gallivanting all over the world while your body double in Boston fooled the guard assigned to you. You will not be without your family ever again. It is much too dangerous. You forget we have enemies beyond the government. My darling girl, we have had problems with another family for the last few years. They know you are home now after all the escapades you’ve pulled this week.” He tapped her nose, “I also saw the outfit you wore to dinner last night. Your mother was very upset.”

“There was nothing wrong with my outfit,” she argued as she struggled to escape her father’s hug.

He kissed her forehead before releasing her, “you must stop all this nonsense and settle into your role.”

“My role? As in baby pusher?”

“Your role as vovoi,” he glared at her. “You and Miklos will share the title.”

“It is a man’s title.”

“You are far more ruthless than any man.”

“I don’t want this!” she almost stomped her foot the way a child would.

“And yet, here we are, standing on your beach because the FBI have invaded your privacy because even, they know who you are meant to be. The title is yours. The business is yours. All I ask is a grandson to play with.”

“You ask too much,” she didn’t back away from his stare. “I don’t want to have Miklos’ baby.”

“Why not?” Vasili bluntly asked her. “He is a good-looking man. He will make an excellent father.”

“He will make a shitty husband. He’s already demonstrated this. Let me choose my own husband and I will give you a grandson to play with, but he will never be part of this family or this business.” She tried to argue with the older man.

“No.” he shook his head. “It is Miklos or nothing. An outsider will not understand the business.” He looked to Miklos, “I told you to fix this with her. Yet she is still fixated on marrying outside our family. It will not end well for you if she leaves me permanently. You and your mother convinced us to let her go to Boston and all it’s done is turn her against her family. I hold you responsible for this show of discord with her family. Fix it or pay the price.”

Vasili’s words were frigid as he looked to Miklos furiously and then turned on his heel and walked away.

“Jesus Christ, did he just threaten to kill Miklos?” Magda gripped Dimi’s arm, suddenly very alarmed with the change in the older man’s demeanor.

Dimitra knew her father well but even she was surprised by the way he had just glared at Miklos. She tried to reassure everyone, “He’s bluffing. He won’t kill him. He is as much his son as I am his daughter.”

“You are wrong,” Miklos said with a sigh. “He loves nobody as much as you and he, rightfully, blames me for your dissension.” He looked up as a man came out of the house. “All clear?”

“Nine bugs and a wire tap. I have cleaned the house.” He looked to the girls, “I recommend you beef up the security aspects of the house. Add cameras and a better system than the one you currently have. They bypassed it too easily.” He turned to Miklos, “I’ll be leaving now.”

“Address, now. Stay out of the house and away from your car until we are there.”

“Thank you, Christos.” He looked to Dimitra, “there will be a man stationed to the house here, whether you are home or not. It will keep uninvited guests out.”

“You are violating my privacy.” She glared at him

“You are a target of the feds. Suck it up,” he returned coldly, his tone almost as cool as his father-in-law’s. “I will tolerate only so much of your disrespect, Dimitra. You bring trouble everywhere you go. It is making me wonder whether you can be trusted at all.”

“Whether I can be trusted?” she shrieked at him. “Do you think I invited him here?”

“I think you like the attention you are garnering. You are playing a dangerous game and I am not convinced you didn’t set this up as another means to make me sign papers.”

“You believe I set it up with Frye to come bug my home just so I can get divorced from you?” she was in his face now, standing chest to chest, her fury on full display. “You think I would betray my family?”

“I think you are so single-mindedly focused on what you want, what you desire, you would let the world burn to have it. You are no longer rational or clear-thinking and I do not trust you won’t make a deal with the feds as a way to escape our family.”

“Do you hear yourself?” she shoved his chest, and he didn’t budge an inch.

“Dimitra, this week you have demonstrated you have the ability to be ruthless and cunning, but you are also still very childish. You are a spoiled brat demanding your family give you what you want, or you will punish them by pulling pranks, being disrespectful, and poisoning them.” He held her gaze furiously, not backing down. “I do not know the lengths you will go to break free but considering your behaviors escalate from one day to the next, I cannot help but wonder if you are not in league with Agent Frye. Perhaps it is why he was on my doorstep this morning. He did want to let me know he talks to you frequently. He was bragging about how well he knows you.”

“You would believe him over me?” she rocked back on her heels in surprise.

“As you said last night, Dimitra. You hate me and would do anything to get away from me. Perhaps conspiring with Agent Frye isn’t such a stretch now, is it?”

“Seventy-two hours and I said nothing and yet you can stand here and accuse me –”

“How do I know you said nothing? Four years ago, the war with the Galanos family started. Perhaps you slipped up in holding and gave Frye enough information to get Galanos to work with him to take us down.”

“Miklos,” she blinked at his harsh words. “You know me, and you know I wouldn’t.”

“I don’t know you. As you’ve said multiple times, you’re not the same child who left here eight years ago. You’re a woman now, right Dimitra? A woman with a mission to do whatever it takes to get away from me.” He sneered down at her, his eyes cold and dark.

His words struck her in the chest, and she swallowed against the pain of his accusation.

“I had set up an office for you at the office. Your own little space to work with special Wi-Fi protections to allow you and the girls to work on your projects in a more formal setting than a beach house or coffee shop. Unfortunately, I cannot trust to have you in the offices at this time. I do not want you stepping foot again into the building. I have my men currently going through it to make sure you didn’t do anything other than rip a toilet and spray paint the walls. For all I know, you let Frye in there last night with bugs and wiretaps. Considering you erased the video surveillance of you entering and leaving, I cannot trust you did any of it alone.”

She stared at him, the words he spoke slicing through her heart. “I was alone!” she protested furiously.

He paused, “you are also not permitted to the compound house without me being present.”

“What?”

“The men have been instructed to deny your entry. I also found the garden path door Mrs. K was letting you through instead of making you take main gate entrance. It has been locked and she no longer has a key.”

“Miklos!”

“Dimitra, at this point, I don’t trust you. It is all too coincidental for you to show up here, the same week I have dock workers giving tips to the feds, the feds at two of my business establishments on multiple occasions, the Galanos family sending two of their enforcers to try to take me out on the night of your bonfire. You have been a distraction and I cannot help but wonder if you are distracting me for a more nefarious purpose. A man locked in a bathroom for two hours has plenty of time to think,” he held her gaze angrily.

“Then divorce me. If you distrust me this much, divorce me.”

“You are not worth the bullet to my head,” he said cruelly. “I will not let Tariq take over all I have worked so hard to build. You can cry, stomp, pout and do whatever you want with the feds, but I promise you this, even if I rot in prison because you’ve turned rat, you will be married to me until I am dead.” He looked her up and down, “and until I sort out whether or not you’ve turned federal informant, you have a guard on you at all times and you stay away from the Lykiaos and Laskaris businesses.”

Without waiting her response, he turned on his heel and walked away, his back stiff and his shoulders squared. Jinx whined at her feet, and she struggled to breathe as she watched him leave without a backwards glance.

“Are you okay, Dimi?” Darya reached out and touched her shoulder softly.

She shook her head, “surely he doesn’t think I would sell my family out to the feds?”

“He’s just angry, Dimi,” Magda consoled her. “He’ll calm down.”

“I’ve seen him like this with other people, but he’s never been like this with me. Not once.” She felt the tear slide down her cheek.

“Maybe the laxative was too far?” Darya considered aloud.

Dimi walked away from her friends and headed into the house. She looked around the space which had been her safe haven for the last eighteen months and let out a shaky breath. She could tell every spot Christos and his team had touched and it meant where they touched, Agent Frye’s guys had touched, and she hated the feeling of vulnerability it gave her.

“Dimi?” Magda’s voice was soothing as she entered the house behind her. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking once we get our money tomorrow, I enact plan B.”