Divorcing Her Mafia Family
Chapter 49

Dimitra entered the lounge of the hotel and scoured the room looking for any sign of Ajax. Why she did not have him programmed in her cell phone was beyond her, but it was a mistake she was going to rectify and soon.

“Elektra,” a voice spoke from behind her, and she turned to see a table of six men staring at her.

Trip stood up and moved to her, “you didn’t message me back. How are you?”

“I’m fine,” she waved him off and looked around.

“Are you looking for your next mark?” the man named Trev spoke dryly.

The guy really had it in for her. “Why don’t you go f**k yourself, Trev,” she commented back furiously as her eyes continued perusing the oversized room. Why were there so many highbacked booths?

“Excuse me?” He blustered and stood up to face her as if his size would be intimidating.

“Hey Elektra, there’s no need to be rude. He’s just concerned because you blew me off.” Trip commented quietly.

“I didn’t blow anyone,” she retorted smugly and then turned to face the two men. She looked at Trip, “your friend accused me of poisoning you. Told me you ate here for years without issue and so I must have been the reason you dropped like you had. None of your friends defended me or called out his bullshit. I judge a man by the company he keeps. You keep shitty company thus you must be shitty.” She saw his eyes widen as he looked to the table and back to Trev.

“Is this true?”

“She’s not the first one to try to replace a way to get your cash,” Trev commented without remorse.

“Trev, you’re a d**k. I don’t need his money. I have more money than your entire table put together in just one of my savings accounts.”

“Yeah right,” the man scoffed. “Is that what high-priced whores –”

Before he could finish his sentence, she punched him in the mouth, kneed him in the balls and then shoved him back into the booth. “You don’t get to disrespect me ever again, Trev,” she shook her fingers out. He writhed in agony on top of two of his friends who were pushing him off.

“Elektra, holy s**t!” Trip pulled her backwards in surprise and then blinked when she didn’t even seem remotely phased by what she just had just done. “Hey, are you okay?” he gripped her forearm gently.

“Dimitra?”

She sighed gratefully and shook Trip off, “f**k, Ajax, had I known punching a man out would have brought you out of the woodwork I would have done it sooner.”

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on the boat?”

“I should be, but he’s gone.”

“What do you mean gone?”

“I mean I got a text telling me he was going for coffee. He hasn’t come back. Someone tossed his room.”

Ajax took a breath, “could he have just been pissed off? Did you guys fight again?”

“No.”

“Prank? Did you put seaweed in his shorts? Sand in his sheets? Switch out his apple juice for piss?”

She tried not to smile at Ajax’s words, “no. He’s not angry with me.”

“He’s always angry with you.” Ajax lifted an eyebrow. “You’re a giant pain in his a*s and even you admit it. I’m still trying to figure out why he doesn’t just do what your father said and knock you out and throw you in a cargo hold in Baja and then keep you locked up until you’re ninety.”

“Ajax, he’s not mad at me. I agreed to go home.” She told the man and watched as his mouth opened and shut with incredulity. “We were going to head home Thursday night to keep Pops from handing anything over to my moron of a cousin. The i***t will ruin everything my father and Giorgio built. I can’t let Miklos lose it all so we’re going back Thursday.”

“Is this the only reason?” Ajax grinned at her. “Did someone perhaps confess their undying love and devotion?”

“Shut up Ajax,” she punched his shoulder fighting her grin. “But maybe.”

Ajax was all ears and smiles. “He wouldn’t leave then.”

“No, his message was to get ready to go because we were spending the entire day on the water. He made a joke about me not being able to escape him.”

“This isn’t good Dimitra. We can’t replace Frye. He is checked into this hotel. We know it. He simply hasn’t slept in his room the last two nights.”

“Did you replace out who he was working with?”

“What the hell is going on?” Trip interrupted. “Why is this guy calling you Dimitra and how the hell did you do what you just did to Trev?”

“Because she is the wife of my boss and is tougher than every man in this room. She can run away a thousand times and the boss will track her down and bring her home a thousand times. Right Dimitra?”

“I don’t like the way you said it. We signed divorce papers, Ajax,” she folded her arms crossly.

Ajax looked to Trip smugly, “she isn’t lying. They signed divorce papers. He would die to make her happy. Can you say the same Trip? Would you take a bullet to the head for the woman you love?”

“Ajax, stop being a prick and help me figure out where he is?” She paused and looked back to Trip, “hey wait, you have all been here in this lounge pretty much day and night since Friday, right?”

She dug her phone out and scrolled through her phone, “s**t I deleted the photo.”

Ajax read her mind, grabbed his device, and slid it on the table, “do any of you recognize this giant wad of crap?”

“He was here Friday night and Saturday night for a bit but not Sunday and we haven’t seen him today either.” One of the guys at the table said, “he’s a douche canoe. Spouting off to his buddies how his boss would promote him once he got back home because he was going to get the big fish.”

“He had people with him?” Dimitra asked curiously.

“He had four or five guys with him, though one of them looked really uncomfortable and just kept saying he was there to make sure his girlfriend was safe,” the tallest guy of the group offered up. “The fourth guy though he came down with an infection. His room is right across from ours and he’s got a kind of upper respiratory thing going on. Coughing like a b***h. Even housekeeping won’t go in the room.”

“Great. I’m not interrogating anyone who is sick,” she looked to Ajax.

“Are you talking about King Dong?” one of the servers asked as she stopped to put drinks on the table.

“King Dong?” Dimitra asked with a chuckle.

“Yeah. The only guy at the entire resort who is sick. Guy is hung like a freaking horse. Went to the pool and he was coming out the bottom of his swim shorts. All the girls were talking. He didn’t look at any of them. They figured he was married or gay, either way someone is a lucky person. He came down with a flu yesterday morning and has been ordering soup from room service all hours of the day and night. None of us want to deliver it.”

Dimitra pulled a stool and sat down and shook her head as a shiver ran down her spine as she thought of the man she saw seated with Frye on the outdoor patio, “no, no, no.”

“What?” Ajax looked to her bewildered.

She took her phone and scrolled way back into old photos and pulled a photo up of Ben. “Is this King Dong?”

“Oh my gosh, yes!” the girl squealed. “You know him?”

She looked to Ajax. “It’s Ben, my old employer, and a guy I dated. Frye must have reached out to him.” She rubbed her forehead angrily as she recalled their last conversation, “I never once told him about my family other than I had an arranged marriage which had never been made legal because I’d been too young. I only ever said he did his thing, and I did mine. The other night on the phone when he called, he made a comment how if I couldn’t leave my family, I could go with him to his villa, and he’d keep me safe. I didn’t think anything of it, Ajax, because Miklos was standing right over me listening to the conversation and we fought the entire way home.” She g*****d, “I had jokingly once told Ben if I ever disappeared off the face of the earth, he could search for me using my alias, Elektra. Clearly, he remembered. I bet its how Frye tracked me. He’s not here for Miklos. He’s here for me. He’s got Miklos as a way to get to me. Son of a b***h,” she kicked the rungs of the stool furiously.

“The only person who has all the answers or who might be able to give you any information is upstairs in a suite with influenza,” Ajax made a gagging noise. “Can I add, Miklos won’t be happy to know you recognized this guy because the girls call him King Dong.”

She had a smart retort but then Dimitra caught movement over Ajax’s shoulder. “Jonas!”

“Sienna,” he said back mockingly, “or is it Dimitra, the boss’ wife.”

“Now is not the time to be bitter, Jonas,” Ajax chastised. “Miklos is missing. We think Frye took him.”

“No way Frye got the jump on him.” Jonas disagreed. “He has to have a plan of his own.”

“He would if he thought I was in harms way. He’d do anything to protect me. Would take a bullet from Pops. Anything. His main concern with me has been and will always be my safety and my respect. I watched him pound one of our guys into the ground last week just for pulling a gun.”

“The kid is terrified of you,” Ajax grinned.

“He should be. I’m a Lykiaos. You don’t pull a gun on me and expect I’m going to let it go. Also, he’s on my s**t list. I heard he’s the one who ratted me out about the fireworks machine. Little bastard is going to know who his boss really is.”

“You egged the boss on, and the kid took a worse beating than he should have. You deserved him ratting you out.”

“Maybe just a fraction,” she grinned. She looked to Jonas and decided to stir the pot as she does, “I talked to Sienna this morning. She’s in LA.”

“What the hell is she doing in LA? I told her to go to work and home until I get back. Nothing more since I’m not there to watch her.”

“She’s an anthropologist, Jonas, not the wife of Miklos Laskaris. My understanding is she replaces you rude for just taking off on her so she’s having a great time on the beach with the girls. We’re going out Friday night,” she made wide eyes at him.

Jonas glared at her, “over my dead body are you taking her out. She’s too damn innocent.”

Dimitra’s grin was her practiced one and she didn’t back down, “We can discuss it later, or you can call her. I don’t care. Right now, I need to replace Miklos.”

“You’re the boss,” Ajax said with a twist of his head.

“What do you want to do, boss?” Jonas asked as he pulled a stool closer to her.

She looked back to the table of six openly eavesdropping, “how sick is the guy in the room across from you? Scale of one to ten. Does he need hospital care?” She took pleasure in the fact Trev had pulled ice out of a glass and had it on his face.

“Five,” the guy who had revealed the illness said with a shrug. “He sounds miserable from the whining he has been doing, but it seems like a bad cough more than anything. He’s certainly not dying.”

Dimitra had an evil smirk all of a sudden and she grabbed one of the servers, “is there a pharmacy nearby? You know a store where they sell medications and such?”

The girl nodded and gave them directions. She hopped off her stool and was starting to walk away when Trip grabbed her arm. She looked down at it and then him and he dropped it.

“Your name isn’t Elektra.”

“No. It’s my alias I was using to get away and try to divorce my family. It seems they won’t let me go and maybe I don’t want to go.” She held her hand out, “Dimitra Lykiaos-Laskaris.”

Recognition flashed in his eyes at her name. She was known in the tech community. “You just sold your program to Winter.”

She nodded, “I did.”

“Fantastic,” he paused, “You said you did the bookkeeping for your family’s restaurant business.”

“I lied a bit. I was, as I said, trying to hide. My family can be quite ruthless in what they want, and I wanted to divorce the lot of them. Unless you try to divorce an entire family, you wouldn’t understand but I did what I had to do.”

He didn’t appear to care she lied and seemed focus on her recent sale, “You’re a bloody genius.”

“I am.”

“If you need a job,” he said suddenly

She laughed, “no, I’m afraid my family won’t let me work for anyone other than them. Excuse me Trip. It was nice to meet you, but I need to get going.” She turned and led Ajax and Jonas out of the lounge.

“I can’t wait to tell Miklos how your date from Saturday offered you a job.”

“I can’t wait to shoot you in the face for being disloyal to me,” she told Ajax with a side-eye as she began walking in the direction of the pharmacy. “Stay with me just in case the other yahoos are lying in wait. I know how to get info from Ben, but I’d like to make it to and from the pharmacy in one piece.”

Forty minutes later she had a big brown bag of supplies, a mask on her face, gloves on her hands and was knocking on the door of Ben’s suite with Ajax and Jonas hiding around the corner.

He opened the door, took note of her, frowned, and then blinked rapidly, “Dimitra. Is that you?”

“I got wind you were sick,” she said simply. “Can I come in? I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“It’s fine. It’s just a cold, I think. I truthfully feel much better today than yesterday. By tomorrow I should be good as new.”

She dropped her things on the side table and gave a loud sigh, “so you didn’t need me then. I really thought I could help.”

“You can absolutely help,” he reached for her, and she backed up. “Sorry.”

“I’m a bit of a germaphobe,” she said with a shake of her head. “I want to help but I don’t want to get sick.” She pulled a can of spray disinfectant, “may I?”

She sprayed every surface she could reach with her can until the can was empty and she reached for a second one. She deliberately sprayed the door handled and flicked it, so the door was slightly ajar. The fumes had Ben coughing and sputtering and waving his hand and opening the balcony doors and oblivious to what she’d done.

“Your cough sounds terrible.” She shook her head sadly. “You need a warm bath with eucalyptus.” She immediately moved to the bathroom and created a haze of fumes in there with the spray. She rinsed the tub out with bleach and felt her own tears forming at the strong odor as she washed it down the drain with water. She began filling the tub up.

“Dimitra, I don’t need a bath. I’m really feeling much better. It’s just a cold.”

“Do you want my help, or do you not want my help, Ben,” she turned angrily on him. “I mean, you’re obviously here because I’m here. It’s why you sent me a ton of messages. Surely you knew I’d figure out you were here.”

“Did you hack me to replace me?” he asked with a smile. “Maybe backtrace me through my email accounts?”

“Maybe,” she lied through her mask.

“You want me to have a bath?”

“Yes, I want to help you relax and feel better,” she dumped a giant handful of eucalyptus bath salts into the tub and swirled them with her hand. She grabbed a washcloth, “I’ll even wash your back.” She paused, “wearing gloves of course.”

“Of course,” he said with a beaming smile as he ripped his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He kicked his Bermuda shorts off, proudly showing off his body.

Dimitra averted her gaze from the giant schlong she had once had a hankering for. Now all she wanted was to cut it off and feed it to the fish in the ocean. She let him get into the tub and watched the water fill halfway. He was tall and he sat with his knees parted in the water with the washcloth half covering his junk. She paused dramatically, “oh wait, I forgot something.”

She came back into the bathroom with her paper bag and pulled out a medicated ointment rub. “My mom swore by this when I was a kid. She would put it on my back, neck, and chest and then the soles of my feet. I swear it makes you feel better instantly.”

He wrinkled his nose. “It stinks.”

“Lean back and I’ll put it on your chest,” she grabbed a gloopy fingertip full and sat on the edge of the tub and rubbed it into his chest. His chest was naked with nary a hair. He was not as masculine as her husband. He was going to pay for his involvement in Miklos’ kidnapping. She avoided his eyes as he watched her touching him. She felt icky. She kept her game up. “How does it feel?”

“Warm,” he closed his eyes and leaned back against the tub, “but good.”

“Just sit and relax,” she stuck her hand into the container and emptied the contents into her palm and then swirled it in the water between his open legs. It took about ten seconds for him to grimace and then ten more for him to adjust in the water. At the thirty second mark he was squirming

“Uh Dimitra, I don’t think it’s meant to go in bath water, it’s kind of burning,” he gasped and grabbed at the washcloth as if trying to block the vapours and chemicals from his urethra. He opened his eyes as pain gripped him and then blinked at the sight in front of him

Dimitra stood near the tub, a gun she’d pulled from her brown bag, pointed at his head. “If you even move an inch out of the water, I will paint the tiles behind you with your brain matter.”

“Dimitra!”

“Where is my husband?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he started to argue and writhe in the tub. “Please let me get out. It’s really burning.”

“Who told you I was here?”

“Please. It hurts.” He was squeezing his member tightly in the water as if trying to stop any further chemicals from entering his body. He suddenly lurched forward, “it’s burning my a*****e!”

“Don’t worry, you won’t feel the pain much longer because I’ll shoot you in the head.”

“I’d do what she says,” Jonas said as he came in behind her with his phone in the air taking video of the man in the tub. He made a face as the man screamed at the intrusion. “Boss wouldn’t like you seeing his junk up close.” He took a photo before he grabbed a hand towel and dropped it over the man’s floating and very red member. “I bet it hurts,” he grinned and sat on the closed toilet seat and set his phone to record. “You are one twisted woman. Remind me not to get on your bad side.” He reached for the brown bag and found the second container. “Do you think it would hurt more if we added?”

“No. I think the bleach I have right there would hurt more,” she nudged the container. “I wonder though if we mix chemicals what happens.”

“We could call the chemist,” Ajax spoke from the door. “I bet he’d know.”

“We could just experiment.”

“What the hell is going on?” Ben screamed at the top of his lungs.

Dimitra turned her attention back to the now very pallid man with tears running down his cheeks. “Ben, you betrayed me. Why?”

“I didn’t.”

She c****d the hammer of the gun and he screamed at her to stop. “Ajax, did you replace anything useful in his room?”

“No. Not a thing. Did you want to go through his laptop?”

“I do.” She put the safety back on the gun and tucked it to her waistband. She motioned to Jonas and switched places with him, taking the laptop from Ajax, “shoot him if he even tries to lift his willy out of the water. I want it burning like he has an STI.”

“Why are you doing this, Dimi?” Ben croaked whiningly

“Did you not hear her?” Ajax frowned at him, “she said you betrayed her.”

She got into the laptop with relative ease and grinned, “ooh let’s listen to music. She found Taylor Swift’s We are Never Ever Getting Back Together and hit play. “This is our song now Ben.”

She flicked a glance at him and mocked the tears on his cheeks, “why are you crying?”

“It hurts Dimitra.”

She pretended she thought he meant physical pain. “It’s a bit of ointment. Don’t be a baby.” She looked back to the computer, “and it’s made your cough stop. Haven’t heard you cough once since you’ve been soaking in it.”

She spent several minute going through his laptop and then frowned at him, “Ben, you said you didn’t betray me. You betrayed me and you lied about it. Why did you tell Agent Frye of the FBI of my alias? Why did you agree to meet him here in Puerto Vallarta?”

When Ben hesitated, she looked to Jonas. “Get the bleach.”