Divorcing Her Mafia Family
Chapter 43

She was still sitting on her balcony pondering the mess of this entire situation when a knock on her front unit and Miklos voice rang out.

“Elektra? You home? It’s Draco.”

He still wanted to play this game. Even after last night? She was surprised. She rose from her seat pulling her robe tighter around her and made her way to the door, dropping the documents and her phone on the counter. She opened it and found him wearing a pair of shorts, a Hawaiian shirt completely unbuttoned revealing his full torso and holding a paper cup out to her.

He looked her up and down, “it’s noon. You haven’t even showered yet?”

“No,” she took the cup and sniffed it. Coffee. If she hadn’t already slept with him, she might have for this gift.

“I managed to get a two-person sea-kayak. I thought maybe you would want to come with me. The water is very calm right now. Interested?”

“Sure. Do I have time to rinse off?”

“Definitely. I can wait out here if you want.”

“Or you could come in.” She held the door open. “Miklos, just come in.”

He frowned at her use of his name.

“Miklos, we don’t need to pretend we don’t know each other and are starting over.”

He froze. “We don’t?”

“No. We can take the two weeks you suggested to get to know each other better but I don’t need to pretend to be who I’m not with you. Can we just be ourselves? Can we try to have normal conversations the way we did yesterday without pretense?”

“Oh, thank god,” he almost fell against the door frame. “I thought you were going to tell me you couriered the documents back to California.”

She giggled at his reaction and pulled him into the room and closed the door behind him. She wrapped her arms around his middle and hugged him tight, being careful not to crush her beloved coffee. “You’re silly.”

He hugged her back, “not silly. You have no idea how long I stood there with the documents this morning debating to leave them here with you or not.”

“I’m glad you did. I read our marriage agreement. You stand to lose a lot.”

“So do you.”

“I’d be losing things I have no need for. You lose everything.”

“The only thing I fear losing, Dimitra, is the woman I’m holding in my arms right now. I would rather let you go and know you don’t hate me and are able to be happy than to know I’ve made you hate me more than you already do and to never see you again.”

“I don’t hate you,” she kept her eyes averted.

“There is still part of you who hates me for what I did to you over the last eight years otherwise we wouldn’t still be in Puerto Vallarta. You don’t completely trust me yet either and I understand this as well.” He pressed a k**s to her head. “Now we have two choices for the day. I can follow you to the shower, help you out of this very pretty little robe which barely covers your a*s and end up in bed all day or,” he laughed as she tugged the robe down, “we go out and spend time together and get to know each other more.”

She was not too proud to admit she was torn with the decision.

He whispered in her ear, “if we go out for the afternoon, I will take you for a real date this evening and we can come back and finish our date the way we did last night.”

“A real date?”

“Uh-huh,” he smiled down at her cupping her cheek with his palm. “I asked Theresa where the nicest restaurant in all of Puerto Vallarta is and she is such a romantic she knew exactly where I should take you. It’s a fancy little spot and they do dinner and a show.”

“A show?”

“Some kind of dancing performance thing.”

“Fine but you made promises last night, mister and I expect them to be carried out,” she begrudgingly moved away from him taking her coffee with her.

“You can’t drink your coffee in the shower.” He called after her as he made his way to the balcony.

“Watch me.”

“Hey,” he questioned loudly, “why does your balcony look pristine and mine looks like Hitchcock’s Birds movie was filmed there?”

“Luck I guess,” she tried not to giggle at his question.

She made quick work of showering and dragging a brush through her hair and tying it up in a wet ponytail. She slathered herself in sunscreen, too many years of her mother yelling at her to wear it for her to ever forgo the greasy stuff. She slipped into a two-piece bathing suit and put a pair of shorts and t-shirt over it and stepped into her flip flops. Stepping into the shoes she had a sudden realization he’d been in the room the night before and she crouched down to see if his sandal were still there. It wasn’t.

As she exited the bedroom, she looked to see him standing on her balcony staring at the water and when she got closer, she noted he was wearing his sandals. She was so busted. How had he not said anything yet?

She cleared her throat, “I’m ready.”

“Didn’t take you long,” he turned to look her up and down and gave her a broad smile. “You look good.”

“I look good?” she looked down to her jean shorts and t-shirt. She didn’t have a stitch of make-up on, and her hair was wet and stringy in its ponytail.

“Yes. Very good,” he reached out for her and pulled her close. “We haven’t properly said good morning yet.”

“No, because you bailed on me. I woke up all alone. Did you make the walk of shame back to your room fully dressed or just in your boxers?”

“Walk of shame?” He questioned her choice of words. “I strutted out of here like a god damned peacock. The only reason I left is because the security team I have here messaged me they lost track of Frye. I went to deal with the team member to remind him of his responsibilities. They will replace Frye.”

“Why is he here?”

“He followed me here. Arrived on the very next flight after ours. He met a team here and I’m not sure who yet but we’re working on putting faces to names. The resort I usually stay at when I come here is where Frye and his friend are holed up. However, Frye left his room, and my guys didn’t notice. Since we can’t figure out who the other guy is yet, we don’t know if he was in his room all night. Frye as of the last time our team had eyes on him was pissed off because he hadn’t found my new location yet. I’ve avoided all the places I usually go when I’m here, but he’s been to all of them, which confirms he’s here for me.” He made a face, “I’d never heard of him before this week you know.”

“Really?” She was surprised by this revelation. “He knows everything about you and our fathers, but he’s always presented it to me as things he could protect you all from if I worked for him. I’d rather work for Pops in a warehouse than him.”

“You’re good at what you do.” He complimented her.

“Thank you. You only saw me in action once. It was child’s play. You should see the chaos I can create.” She leaned back away from him, but her h**s were pressed against him, and she rested her hands against his chest and wiggled her fingers, “these are weapons of mass destruction.”

“I admit I have been anticipating you taking Laskaris hostage.”

“You told me to do it and said what is yours is mine. You took the fun out of it, Miklos.” She called him out. “You don’t ruin a girl’s fun by saying she should do it.”

He laughed, “you’re naughty.”

“Perhaps,” she grinned at him with no remorse. “You mentioned something about properly saying good morning?”

“Mm,” he nodded and cupped the nape of her neck drawing her close.

His lips were soft and tender as he gently swept them across hers. Coffee and something sweet were on his breath and his tongue teased the plushness of her lips with his taste. His long fingers slid along her neckline and his thumbs stroked her jaw as he held her in place kissing her sweetly. He took his time and gently savoured the quiet moment on the balcony.

When he pulled away from her Dimitra stood on tiptoes and pressed one last quick k**s to his lips. She frowned at him. “Why do you taste like berries? Did you go have breakfast without me? You said you went to talk to your security team, but you taste like food.”

He chuckled, “is this what married life is? Kissing my wife and being scolded for eating?”

“It is if you left our bed to go have delicious things without me,” she pouted.

He kissed her lips one more time and winked, “come on. I have a surprise for you. Let’s get out on the water.”

“Uh-huh. I had a banana and mango juice, and you had some kind of luxury breakfast. But sure, let’s go kayaking. It’s lunch time Miklos.” She followed his laughing a*s into her unit, her flip flops slapping against her heels. “Do I need to bring anything?”

“Phone for photos if you want. Yesterday I saw dolphins.”

“Near the kayak?” she paused in grabbing her phone. “Won’t they tip us?”

“Maybe but it’s fine. The dolphins will protect you from the sharks.”

“Miklos!” she yelled at him chasing him down the stairs.

“Dimitra,” he mocked her as he held the side gate open towards the beach. He yanked her close and whispered in her ear, “you’re a f**g mob boss. Don’t be a py. Let’s get in the boat.”

“I’m not a –” she noted the angry couple coming up the beach. They were still fighting. She sidled up next to Miklos, “do you think if we were married fifteen years, we would fight like them?”

“We already fight worse than them. In fifteen years, I imagine I’ll have lost an eye from one of your pranks gone horribly wrong and be wearing a patch like a pirate, and you’ll have permanent bruising on your a*s.” At her giggle he smirked, “but we’ll still be f*g way better than they do. I’ll still want to be buried deep in you when I’m old and gray and can barely keep it up.”

As they approached the couple Dimitra was grinning at Miklos’ words, “good morning.”

“Good morning,” the woman nodded without a smile.

“Morning,” the man answered, his eyes downcast

The woman paused and looked to Dimitra, “you should run.”

“Excuse me?” Dimitra stared at her.

“I met him,” she jerked her thumb at her husband, “here sixteen years ago. We’ve been married fifteen years and fourteen of them have been the worst years of my life. You two just met. Don’t marry a guy from here.” She shot Miklos a dirty look, “they’ll say and do anything to get in your pants and then it’s all downhill from there.”

“Actually,” Dimitra stepped closer to her and made big eyes as if sharing a huge secret, “we’ve been married eight years and our anniversary is coming up. We love to role play a lot in the bedroom. Right now, we’re playing two people who’ve just met. We even flew down separately. The sx has been fg incredible. I had so many o*****s light night I passed out and he had to tuck me in. If you haven’t tried role play, you should.”

“She has a leather dominatrix outfit which would make your husband’s toes curl. You should get one. I came just seeing her in it. Once the first o****m is out of the way, it’s game on all night though, right my love? Variety is the spice of life,” Miklos added and lifted Dimitra’s fingers to his lips and kissed them with a wicked grin. “Come on, my new girlfriend. Let’s go f**k in the kayak in the middle of the ocean the way newlyweds would.”

Dimitra was giggling all the way down the beach as Miklos held her hand in his tight grip. When they were far enough away from the other couple, he let out a loud roar of laughter.

“God damn, Dimitra. I’ve never seen a woman look so positively dumbstruck in her life. I can’t believe you said what you said to her.”

“I can’t believe you told her to get a dominatrix outfit,” she could barely get the words out she was laughing too hard. She wheezed, “Miklos, I can’t breathe.”

He lifted her up into his arms and spun her around chortling loudly and nuzzling her neck. “You’re wicked.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist. “Are they still watching?”

“They are,” he looked past her shoulder. “Her chin is still in the sand.”

“K**s me,” she ordered him as he gripped her a*s with his hands tightly, “and make it count. Show the horrible shrew and her doormat what a real man can do.”

“Baby, if I show her that, I’m f*g you right here with them watching.”

She shivered against his hot words, “holy s**t, I didn’t know I was into being watched, but I don’t think I’d stop you.” She giggled against his lips as she tightened her legs and ground her h**s against his pelvis. He was hard. She kicked her flip flops off into the sand.

He kissed her passionately, far more demanding than their sweet k**s on the balcony and she dug her nails into his scalp as she slid her tongue along his.

“f**k Dimitra,” he g*****d and started pulling things out of his pockets and ripped her phone from her back pocket and dropped it all in the sand at his feet.

“What are you doing?” she asked as he strode with her locked around his waist into the water.

“Cooling off or getting in deep enough water I can f**k you and nobody can tell with definitive proof, and we end up in jail for indecent exposure.” He fell backwards with her in his arms dunking them both completely under the water and keeping them there several seconds.

She started to feel she was losing her breath and then he kissed her and blew air into her lungs, and she started to panic at the strange sensation. He let her surface to grab air but then he kissed her again. His hair was wet and matted to his forehead and he was smiling broadly as he pulled back. “You didn’t even argue with me.”

“About what?”

“f*g in the ocean.”

“Miklos,” she whispered in his ear, “it’s not the water making me wet.”

He gave a loud g***n of frustration, “minx.”

“You got my jean shorts soaked though. You should have taken them off before the water. Penetration would be a lot easier if it were just my bikini bottom to push aside.

“You’re wearing a bikini under this?” he was lifting her t-shirt up to see the bright pink triangles covering her chest and then m****d. “I’m definitely f*g you in the ocean but not here. Let’s go.”

He was pulling her out of the water. He collected their stuff and looked at her phone as he passed it to her, his face immediately going passive.

“What’s wrong?”

“You have some messages.”

She looked at the phone. One message was from Trip and the other Ben. She shut the phone off and put it in her pocket. “Nobody I need to deal with right now. I have bigger fish to fry. My husband left me all alone in my bed this morning and went and had breakfast without me. My plan for the day is to make him so sexually frustrated he can’t think straight, and we end up marooned on a deserted island somewhere and have to live the rest of our days feeding off coconuts and cum.”

She took off running down the beach in the direction of the kayaks she could see in the distance at his curse. The pounding of his feet chasing her made her laugh as he caught up to her and slammed her into the sand, rolling her onto her back and leaning over her. She stared up at him, his eyes dancing with happiness and his smile wide.

“You think you can just say such things and get away with it?”

“Yes,” she nodded emphatically wriggling under him. “Payback will be a bitch.”

“There will be punishment for doing such things.”

“Will it include you slapping my a*s the way you did last night when you were behind me? If so, it’s not really a punishment because it damn near made me o****m.”

“You’re playing with fire.”

“There’s an entire family just up the beach with kids and everything,” she was giggling as his eyes flitted forward and took in the family and his grunt of irritation. “I hope they don’t paddle around after us out in the ocean. It would be sad for me to tell you all about how much I loved swallowing for you last night and not be able to show you. I might have to finger myself while you work your paddle.”

He cursed loudly at her words and jumped up and yanked her to her feet. He whispered in her ear, “two can play this game Dimitra. My c**k is so hard for you it’s twitchy. If you so much as put a finger near yourself, I’ll bruise your backside.” His eyes were dark and stormy as he dared her to defy him.

“Again, doesn’t sound like much of a punishment,” she discretely just for his viewing pleasure ran her finger across her n*s, now protruding from beneath her soaked t-shirt. “I wonder how far I can push the mighty Miklos before he loses control.”

“I never lose control Dimitra. You want to toy with me, bring it my little wife,” he beckoned her with fingers to follow him towards the kiosk. “We will see who is laughing by the end of the day.”

She felt a frown form on her face as she took in the kayak, “I thought it would be more open, like a canoe.”

“It is open. You sit in the front, and I’ll sit behind you in the back. You know how much I like it in the back,” he whispered naughtily in her ear.

She felt her ears burning at his words and had to one-up him. “I wouldn’t know. You were behind me but certainly not in the back.”

His hands suddenly grabbed her waist and yanked her backwards, “is this an invitation?”

“Perhaps. I’m fairly new at this so I’m still figuring out what I like. Maybe I might like it. Too bad we’re going to be literally in seats,” she motioned to the little vessel, “for the next four hours. It’s not conducive to anything more than boating.”

“Ajax is bringing the yacht down for me. Tomorrow he’ll be here. It will be docked at my favorite resort. Tomorrow, we will go out very early in the morning for the entire day. It will be far easier to play on it than this little thing.”

She smiled up at him, “you’re going to take me on your yacht?”

“I am. If you want to.” He smiled down, all joking aside as he helped her into a life vest supplied by the kayak kiosk. “If you decide you want to spend two full days in a row with me, that is. I want to be with you.”

“I would like this very much, Miklos,” she lunged at him and hugged him tight.

“What is all this?” he asked suddenly as he intuitively knew she was emotional.

“I don’t know. Just feeling sappy, I guess.” She looked up and stroked his beard. “Thank you. No matter what happens, thank you for all of this. For making me feel I wasn’t the problem.”

“My love,” he shook his head, “you were never the problem. I was the problem. I was the fool who let the best thing in my world slip away and for treating you so callously. I will forever regret my actions.” He hugged her tight to his chest. “Come now, let’s get this thing into the water and with nobody around to interrupt us, you can ask me all the questions and maybe,” he kissed her nose, “we can talk more about the concerns you have with our family. I might not have all the answers and I might not be able to bend all our rules, but I’m willing to work with you. Let’s see what we can’t get ironed out with four hours of solitude.”