Divorcing Her Mafia Family
Chapter 50

“Let’s start with something less caustic,” Ajax commented dryly noting the relief on Ben’s face. He nodded to the shower and Jonas grinned.

Jonas reached sideways and turned the shower on as hot as it would go raining it down on the man when he refused to answer. He screamed with the pain and Dimitra tilted her head sideways as if unfazed by what was happening. Jonas shut the water off and Dimitra repeated her questions.

“How did you know I was here? In Puerto Vallarta?”

“Agent Frye of the FBI. He said you were in danger. He called me. He said if I loved you at all I would help you get away from your family. He said the only reason you hadn’t gone to work for him was because you were terrified of your family. He called them mafia, Greek mafia and swore if you tried to leave, they would kill you. He wanted me to come talk to you with him and convince you he could keep us both safe. He said he could give you a safe place to lay low and work for him, but you were too scared. I just wanted to help. I love you.”

“Do I appear to be in danger to you?” she asked him seriously.

“I would say you are the danger, boss,” Jonas quipped with a laugh.

“Why is he calling you boss?” Ben asked whimpering.

“Cause she’s the boss,” Ajax looked to her, “I thought you said he is really smart?”

She flipped Ajax off and looked quickly to Ben, “Where did Frye take Miklos?”

When Ben hesitated Jonas flipped the water back on and scalded him again and in a split second, he was spilling his knowledge.

“He said he had a contact here in the city. He had three other agents with him, and they were going to take Miklos to an abandoned housing unit and convince him to let you go.”

“What room was Frye staying in?”

“Six-twenty-one.” Ben didn’t hesitate.

“Ajax, go bring me any electronic devices he may have left from his room.” She turned her attention back to Ben who was shivering hard now in the tub, “where’s your cell phone?”

“Nightstand,” he whimpered.

“Get him out of the tub and let him wash his d**k off,” Dimitra gave him a sideways glance, “Ben, in case you missed it, we’re never getting back together. My name is Dimitra Lykiaos Laskaris. The daughter of Vasili Lykiaos and the wife of Miklos Laskaris. They trained me to be the woman you see in front of you, and I am proud of who I am. If you so much as breath mine or my family’s name, tell anyone of what happened here today or even dream of talking to another cop or federal agent, and I don’t care from which government, again, I will not only destroy you, but I will also destroy you so hard ten generations from now will feel your pain. Am I clear?”

“I thought you loved me!”

“I did once. You destroyed it when you insisted, I move away from you to go live in Dubai. Do you know how many men have forced me to go away for my own good? I even told you how much I hated it when people push me away and I didn’t want to go. You brought it up over and over and over about how it was such an amazing opportunity, and I should seize every chance I had and how I’d regret it forever if I didn’t go. You didn’t want me around, Ben. Just like everyone else, you didn’t want me around. You went on a date two days after I left. Did you think I didn’t know?”

He shook his head, “it was one date. I haven’t dated anyone since then. I’ve been waiting on you.”

“You wasted your time,” she said coldly. “I loved you once. I don’t now and I never will again. You’re lucky I’m letting you leave here with all your appendages. In my family, Ben, loyalty is everything and I was content to be friendly with you, but you’ve burned a bridge. Don’t make me burn you with it.” She gave a pointed glance to below his waist and then to Jonas, “if only I had my cigar cutters.”

“I don’t think they’d work,” he chuckled. “I could replace you hedge trimmers though.”

She gave one last look at Ben over her shoulder and sighed, “what a waste.”

She went through his phone and found several text messages from Frye to Ben backing up what Ben had said. Frye wanted her to work for the government and thought Ben could help him convince her he could keep her safe. She didn’t know Frye’s end game but there was no way he wanted her just to work for him. There had to be something else.

The only useful information Ajax had found in Frye’s room was the room location of his accomplices. After dealing with Ben who emerged from the bathroom limping, she and Jonas made their way to replace Ajax. The room of one of the men had been a treasure trove and they were picking through it.

Dimitra looked around the room with annoyance, “who lives like this?” She and the guys still had on masks and gloves as they picked around the trashed room. The do not disturb sign had been on the door and the room smelled of stale beer and sweat. The beds unmade, trash on the floor and a filthy bathroom.

“I thought FBI agents would be cleaner.” Jonas nudged a pile of dirty clothes on the floor with the toe of his boot. “This is nasty.”

“They’re supposed to be on vacation,” she grimaced. She opened up a laptop and stuck a piece of gum over the camera and looked around, “I wish we’d brought up the can of disinfectant from Ben’s room.”

“He’s having the sleep of his life,” Jonas grinned. “Watching you make him take the sleeping tablets while he cried thinking it was a poison to kill him was the funniest thing I’ve seen in a while.”

“He sold me out,” she grimaced. “Of all the things I told him in the six weeks we were together was when we were watching a Marvel series and I told him my desired pseudonym and he ratted me out with it. I can’t believe he forgot every time I told him I wasn’t going back yet remembered a single f*****g name.” She bypassed the security on the laptop with ease. “This is a personal laptop, not FBI issued, which tells me yet again, this isn’t a sanctioned operation.”

“Christ your fingers move fast on that thing,” Jonas shook his head as he continued rifling through the room

She ignored his comment and went through emails and files and then stopped and looked at one of the files, “huh,” she beckoned for Ajax to come look. It was a file of Miklos with photos of him doing everything from arriving to the airport, walking through town, swimming, kayaking and even his first night when he dined at the local restaurant. She turned to Ajax, “what are the chances this guy, is one assigned to Miklos back home and he’s helping Frye. Maybe quid pro quo?”

“Why does Frye want you so bad?” Jonas questioned

“I have a problem making men think I’m a challenge they can overcome?” she remarked dryly.

“You are challenging,” Ajax laughed as she threw a pen off the table at him.

Dimi paused, “he’s uploading photos to his cloud as we speak. This file is updating.”

“Are you kidding me?” Ajax climbed over a chair to get closer.

“That’s Miklos’ room.”

“I can’t picture him staying anywhere so,” Jonas searched for the word, “blah.”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” Ajax squeezed Dimitra’s shoulder.

Photos of different angles of Miklos’ room were uploading but nothing of value was documented.

Ajax complained, “this, Dimitra, is why we keep you both protected all the time in top-of-the-line security. You and your friends need to move out of the f*****g beach house. The feds, they are too bold.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waved him off, “I’m confused though. I’ve been staying in the next room. How did this guy not notice I was right there with Miklos the last couple of days?”

“Maybe he doesn’t care? Maybe he agreed to help Frye just to get Miklos but really doesn’t give two shits about you?” Jonas offered.

“Someone sent me a photo this morning from a number I didn’t recognize of Miklos. It said once a cheater,” she pulled her phone out and compared the photo to the one being uploaded to the file and easily found the same photo. “This guy knows who I am. He sent this to me to bait me. He’s thinking I’ll rat on Miklos maybe?”

“Who’s the broad?” Jonas frowned.

“Our landlord who gave Miklos all kinds of wonderful date night ideas. She told me she ran into him this morning in the city. I think they took this and then took him not long after.”

She blew up the photo on the man’s laptop and tried to replace any kind of markers or identifying information, but Ajax was ahead of her and stated he knew where the photo was taken.

Dimitra felt her stomach drop as three more photos uploaded. It was a photo of Frye with a weapon pressed behind Miklos back and another man they didn’t know showing a photo to him. A second photo of Miklos getting into a vehicle and then a third photo of Miklos being removed from the vehicle and three guns pointed at him.

“Where is this place?” Dimitra growled. “I’ll kill Frye and those men.”

“Who took these photos though?” Jonas asked. “There are three men there and a driver. I would hazard a guess it’s the two FBI agents Frye brought with him and this guy, which means a fifth person is taking photos and sending them to whichever of those two asshats owns this computer.”

She went through his personal emails and grunted. “Who is Kelly Newsome? Whoever she is, she’s the fourth.” Dimitra took a breath. “I am going to hack the FBI,” she rubbed her forehead. “Again.”

“This I need to see,” Jonas pulled a chair closer.

“This guy’s laptop is s**t,” she grumbled, “but I’ll have to make do. We take this with us when we leave. I can’t risk anyone having it once I’ve done what I need to do.”

Twenty-three minutes later, Dimi was in the files of the FBI and their IT team was chasing her through their system. She would get into a file and within a minute, get booted out, or so they thought. While they were chasing her dummy program around the system, she was through a backdoor of the program they used for their identification badges and was sniffing through. She pulled the ID of the guys working with Frye with relative ease and then the third guy just as quickly.

“We have names for faces,” Ajax was in awe of Dimi’s prowess. “This is amazing.”

“Agent Hipple also got pulled from his case. He is the one who went after Miklos last week when the informant ended up in a coma,” Dimi read through the personnel file. “He used an informant known for assaulting women in clubs. Promised the guy he could get him off his charges if he got info on what went down in a Laskaris club. The guy groped the wrong man’s girl this week and the girl’s boyfriend beat him into the ground before Miklos’ guys pulled him off. Had nothing to do with Laskaris yet this fool wanted to pin it on him.”

“Everyone knows Miklos keeps Laskaris clean. He was barking up the wrong tree.” Jonas griped.

“Well, his barking gave him a two-week suspension without pay because it was his third time and Miklos had the lawyers call in a complaint.”

She searched the name of Kelly Newsome and then gave a huff of surprise. “Well Kelly Newsome, I am surprised.”

“Who is she?” Jonas asked as he took in the woman.

“The lady who rented our place to us. She played off she’s a married caretaker.” She went through her personnel file, “she’s on loan to the DEA. The DEA agent is posing as her husband Tomas. She used to be partnered with Hipple. She knew who Miklos and I were from day one.”

“Son of a bitch.” Jonas kicked a leg of the table.

“You know, they say we are the criminals, but these guys do everything they can illegally and get off with nothing more than slaps on the wrists.” Ajax complained.

“Not anymore,” Dimitra grinned as she adjusted a bunch of documents, photos, and emails from the personal computer of Agent Hipple and added it to a file. She titled the folder ‘FBI agents who are out of control’ and sent it to every email address of every manager and supervisor all the way up the chain. “Oops, looks like Hipple just outed himself from his own personal email account. Imagine, he just kidnapped Miklos and it’s photographed and now sent to every single manager and director in the FBI.”

She was chortling merrily as she backed everything out of their server and left no other trace of what she’d done, other than the email sent from Hipple’s account. “We need to replace Miklos. God only knows what Hipple will do to him. He’s got it bad for him.”

“Let’s look again at the photos he uploaded of where they were taking him out of the car. Maybe there is a street sign or landmark.”

“It can’t be far. If Theresa took these photos, she did it just before coming back to the room to screw with me. She’s the one who told me his room had been tossed.”

“Does anyone else replace it weird she gave him great date ideas for you?”

“She’s a great actress. Seemed genuinely surprised when I said we were married.” Dimitra opened the folder of photos, and they studied the last three updated photos carefully.

Ajax pointed to a marquee in the far distance, “can you zoom in on this?” It was fuzzy but they could make out several but not all of the letters as Dimi tried to replace different angles of the photo.

Jonas searched on his phone the names they guessed it could be. “Bingo. It’s a strip club. It’s closed down but it’s almost in a residential section of the city. Away from the posh areas.” He held up the phone to them, “looks like the same street.”

“Let’s go. I’d rather be searching the streets than sitting in this shithole,” Dimi complained. She looked around the room and made a face, “let’s make sure his credit card gets charged a lot for the damages to this room.”

“What damages? It’s dirty but nothing housekeeping hasn’t seen before,” Jonas griped.

Ajax grinned at her, “you have something on your mind, Dimitra?”

“It’s so filthy in here, a few clothes in the bathtub with a strategically placed sock and the water dripping at just the right flow could have the tub overflowing in less than an hour.”

“You really are devious,” Jonas said with a shake of his head.

“You should have seen the bonfire,” Ajax was laughing as Dimi used a coat hanger to pick up a sock and shove it into the drain opening of the tub and then dropped a bunch of other clothes in the tub before turning the faucet to a slow steady stream.

“Leave the do not disturb sign on.” Dimi grinned. They exited the hall and Dimi noted the cameras. “Get your guys to remove us from being anywhere on these floors. We weren’t here.”

“Consider it done, boss,” Ajax had his phone out and sent a text message. “Our IT team is going to be so happy to know you’ll be with Miklos in the office.” He stopped, “you will be with him in the office, right?”

“Yes. I told him I don’t mind the office stuff and running day to day operations, but I want to avoid the warehouse shit.”

“But you’re a f*****g natural,” Jonas griped as they got into the elevator. “You were born for this life.”

“No, I was born into this life. There is a difference.”

“I disagree,” Ajax said with a smirk, “I just watched you make a man’s mammoth sized d**k grow three sizes from swelling. You have a God-given gift, and you should be exploiting it.”

“I took photos. Can’t wait to show Miklos,” Jonas agreed.

“Why would you take photos of a man’s d**k?”

“Did you see the size of it?” Jonas looked at her with big innocent eyes. “It’s not natural. I think your husband needs to know what you’ve experienced in the past with the man you once loved.”

“Jonas, I can end you right here,” she glared at him in the elevator.

“But Sienna would be upset with you. Eight years, Dimi. Eight f*****g years I lusted after her a*s and you four laughed at me. I’m showing Miklos the giant horsey d**k and when he breaks your back trying to prove himself better than this, I will laugh at your discomfort.”

“Which one of us is a natural for punishing people?” she grumbled angrily as the doors of the elevator opened and she strode angrily through the lobby.

“You are,” Jonas continued, “but I am a Greek man with a score to settle. Someone has to pay Dimitra and I know you were the instigator in this.”

She shrugged as if his words were meaningless, “perhaps I was but I’m not the one you walked in on in the shower with a friend. It was all you. The day you watched her is what made the two of you horny for each other. Nothing to do with me.”

“You know about that!” his eyes widened furiously as Ajax waved down a taxi.

“Know about it? We all know about it. She cried on our shoulders for weeks because you couldn’t even look at her. Some Greek man you are. Walked in on a girl pleasuring herself and walked out. You should have helped her finish.”

“I thought she was you!”

She patted his chest condescendingly, “all the signs were there. You were too cowardly to see them. I hope she tears you apart when you get back to LA. Better yet, I hope when I take her to the clubs Friday night, she dances with a hot sexy man who isn’t actually afraid to touch her. I hope he’s hung like Big Ben.”

The three of them slid into the back of the cab and Jonas growled at her. “Your husband needs to put you over his knee.”

“We discussed this already, he and I. It’s not really a punishment if I like it.”

With those words she shut the mouths of the two men in the cab and leaned forward to give instructions to the driver. “Let’s go get my husband.”