Divorcing Her Mafia Family
Chapter 52

Dimitra got off the lounger where she was sunbathing and heard a furious shout of rage coming from below deck and gave a giggle.

“Where is she?” he stormed onto the deck of the yacht.

Ajax spoke up, “we think she is sunbathing up top but none of us are going up to check because that,” he pointed to a bikini top, “floated down here about ten minutes ago. I like my head where it is, thank you very much.”

“Did you see what she did down there?” Miklos voice was carrying up the stairs, growing closer as he approached. “Dimitra, you cannot sunbathe nude when there are at ten other men on the boat.”

She held her hand over her eyes shielding it from the sun, “how many then?”

He looked at her in confusion, “how many what?”

“How many men are allowed to be on the boat for me to be nude? Six, twelve, thirty?”

“One,” he pointed at his chest. “Just one.”

She shrivelled up her nose at him, “where’s the fun in that?”

“Why,” he rubbed his forehead, “why are there crabs in the shower?”

“They were bored in the kitchen,” she giggled.

“And the seaweed?”

“You were the one who tossed me overboard into seaweed this morning,” they were on day two of their slow cruise home and this morning he had thought they needed an early morning swim. They had boarded the yacht late Monday evening. It was Wednesday now. “It was everywhere. I decided to share with the crabs the morsels of the stuff trapped in my hair.”

“How the f**k did you get so much seaweed on board?”

“You disappeared into your office. We were anchored. I used the net. It wasn’t as easy as it sounds.” She waved at him, “you’re blocking my sun. Can you move six inches to the left?”

“And the sea water on the floor of the shower?”

“A bucket. Crabs in a bucket,” she blinked at him and then recognition lit his face.

“Did you do this because I was whistling Crabbuckit this morning?”

“What can I say my love? You inspire me to be my best.”

“You’re turning my hair gray.”

“Boss,” Ajax called up from the bottom of the stairs, “there’s another situation and we need you on a call.”

He pointed at her, “clean your mess in the bathroom. Put a shirt on so the men don’t fear for their lives because I will kill them if they see what should be for my eyes only.”

“Your jealous rage is your problem not mine. If a man dies because you can’t control your emotions, it’s not on me.”

He rested his hands against his h**s and glared at her, “do you know, before you, I did not know what jealousy was?”

“Let me guess, no woman would dare disrespect you and were covered from neck to toes or you simply got rid of them?”

“No,” he straddled her on the lounger and leaned over her, “I’ve never been so fiercely protective of what I want. This,” he gripped her breast, “is mine. I have never in my life felt this strongly. I don’t like it.”

She reached between them and grabbed his length, “and this is mine.”

“My c**k is not out for all to see,” he waved behind him.

“See, I’m not opposed to anyone else seeing how well endowed my man is,” she grinned. “Let them drool.”

He slapped her thigh and shook his head, “you are trying my patience.”

“I’m bored,” she complained. “You brought me on this boat with the promise of having me all to yourself, but you brought six men plus the captain and a cabin cleaning guy and a cook. You work too much.”

“Then come to the office with me and do your job. We can tell your father together you are on the ship.”

“Ugh,” she shoved at his chest as he glared at her. “I don’t want to work. I’m a billionaire. I want to simply live in the lap of luxury, eat bonbons and practice baby making and occasionally hack the FBI. Are you sure you don’t just want to be a kept man?”

“I am certain.” He laughed at her question, “being your kept man means I have to wash dishes and from the complaints of the kitchen staff, you’re messy.”

“I needed a snack.”

“You made a cake.”

“I needed a snack of cake and there was no cake on board. I made one.”

“You left the mess. You’re a slob. Your mother spoiled you and cleaned up. Go clean your mess in the bathroom.”

Ajax called again, “Vasili is calling my line now, Miklos.”

“f**k,” he bent, kissed her exposed n****e, and shook his head. “Shirt now.”

She ignored him and flipped onto her belly when he stood up. He slapped her a*s and walked away.

“I’m not a slob,” she mumbled and pulled her phone out from under the lounge chair and facetimed Darya.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Am I a slob?”

“Not answering on the basis, it could ruin nearly a decade of friendship.” Darya grinned at her and then frowned, “are you naked?”

“No. I have bikini bottoms on. Miklos has been in his office for the last three hours. I’m bored. I figured he’d come running if he knew I was topless.”

“Did he?”

“He came running because I put crabs in the shower.”

“Do I even want to know why?”

“Did you not hear what I said? I’m bored.”

“It’s only Wednesday. You still have Thursday and part of Friday on the boat, and you’re so bored you put crabs in his shower? Where did you replace the crabs?”

“They were for dinner tonight, I guess. Also, the kitchen staffer complained I made a cake.”

“After living with you for years, I send them my deepest condolences. Girl, you can bake, and you can cook but you’re messy as hell.”

“Miklos called me a slob,” she made a face.

“If the shoe fits,” Darya commented dryly.

“Hey, you just said you wouldn’t answer to save our friendship,” she frowned at her.

Darya giggled, “I miss you. I wish you were home now. Also, Kostas Masalis is a giant worm-head and I want to cut him up into tiny pieces and feed him to fish.”

“Worm-head? This is the best you can come up with?”

“Dimi,” she scrunched her face up as if trying not to scream, “I was looking at the new office spaces for us. A spot the three of us could be based out of while we work on our next project, like we talked about, and motherfucker bought the building out from under me. I called the realtor and she said he’d bought it not an hour before I called, twice the asking price!”

“How did he know you were looking at it?”

“I don’t know,” she looked away exasperatedly. “I think he is following me. He’s turning up at every f*****g corner. Coffee shop, lingerie store, supermarket. I was picking up bananas and he told me they weren’t appropriate for a girl like me to purchase without supervision. What the hell, Dimi? It’s making me insane.”

“Did you know he is Miklos best friend?”

“Wait what?”

Dimi had a thought and sat up ignoring Darya’s screams about full-frontal nudity, “do me a favor and go to your car.”

“What why? I just got in.”

“Remember when Miklos had Christos to the house to remove the bugs? What if he planted one on you for his BFF?”

“He wouldn’t have! Would he?” Darya was racing through the house.

“I’m telling you Darya I saw a photo of the two them at thirteen thereabouts wearing matching speedos. They are thick as thieves and have been since preschool. Is there anything I would ask you to do you wouldn’t do?”

“Nope,” she was looking under her car and holding her phone camera under it. “I don’t see anything.”

“Check the trunk.”

“The trunk?” She ran back into the house and grabbed her keys. Her heavy breathing from running back and forth making her grimace, “I might need to beat the f**k out of something after this.”

“Go to the club and beat a paying customer,” Dimi offered her full support. “I know Mistress Kala will let you work a room.”

“I just might.” Darya popped the trunk and g*****d, “I don’t even know what I’m looking for.”

“Turn the camera and let me see.” Dimi studied the nearly empty trunk with distaste, “even your trunk is clean enough to eat out of. Pull the felt back.” Just as Darya moved the camera she shrieked, “there. Right there.” On the inside edge of the spare tire a little white device.

“Motherfucker!” Darya screamed into the air.

“Wait!” Dimi was grinning. “Don’t take it out yet. Take a shift at Mistress Kala’s. Let the bastard see you in full gear. Mistress Kala will have an escort to bring you in, so nobody accosts you in the lot.”

Darya’s face was wickedly beautiful as it curved into a big smile. “He wants to think I’m a sweet innocent prickly little cactus he can soften up?” she questioned furiously, “I’m the dominant one, not him. He can lick my boots.”

“When you’re at the club, break the tracker with your boot and I hope he sees you do it.”

Darya nodded, “I can’t believe Miklos sold me out like this.”

“Don’t you worry about him. I’m going to handle it right now. He’s on the phone with my father and he’s not told him, yet he found me. I’m going to go cause havoc.”

“Give him hell for me.”

“He’s going to wish he hadn’t played this game. Silly little Miklos.”

She lay on her back and took a photo of her face with her sunglasses on and sent it to her father. “Enjoying a lovely day on the beach. Stop looking for me. I’ll come home when I’m ready.”

She grabbed her wrap and shrugged it around her shoulders and went looking for Miklos, texting Mistress Kala on the way down making sure the woman protected Darya when she arrived. The woman was excited saying she had several men waiting for the moment Darya was ready to play and guaranteed her safety.

She paused and sent Jonas a text message. He was the only one who hadn’t gotten on the yacht, flying back to LA to deal with a situation. She knew what the situation was. Sienna had called her and thanked her for the heads up and Magda and Darya had her hidden in fancy hotel. Sienna was going to make him pay for a full week of no communication.

“Thank you for not sending Miklos those photos. I owe you one.” She knew her words would make Jonas instantly feel the need to share the photographs of Ben’s oversized swollen and red junk to Miklos because she’d refused to tell him Sienna’s location.

She entered Miklos office without knocking and stared at the group who didn’t even look up. They were all sitting around a computer, Miklos had his face directly at the screen, but his face was placid and calm with nary an emotion. Her father was yelling. She knew it was a video call from Miklos’ countenance.

“Why did I just get a photo of my daughter on a beach telling me to stop looking for her, Miklos? You said you had this under control. I want my little girl home. Get her home or you don’t come home.”

She put her best Valley Girl accent, eliminating every trace of the Greek in her as she spoke loudly for the entire room, including the man on the other side of the computer screen to hear her. “Miklos, honey, I’m bored. When are you coming back to bed?”

His head snapped up furiously and Ajax and three of their security agents all stared incredulously at her. She dropped her wrap and four of the men in the room jumped and beelined out of the office stumbling over each other as they stared at the floor.

“Who the hell is she, Miklos?” Her father roared through the computer speakers.

“Miklos,” she whined even louder, “you said you were going to get rid of whoever it was calling and come back and f**k me raw. If you can’t do what you promised, I’m going to get one of the other boys on this monstrosity of a boat come do it.” She grinned wildly at him as her father sputtered curses and he closed his eyes as if struggling to control his sudden rage, “Miklos, whoever the old bastard is you said you had to deal with is, I don’t like his language. He sounds like a big meanie. Hang up on him.”

He pointed to the door, and she grinned knowing damn well he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“Fine then, I’ll go but,” she made a production of her pout. “I’m going back to the room. Like this!” she bent down, picked up the wrap and threw it in his direction and then shimmied out of the bikini bottoms and tossed them so they landed right over the computer screen. “I will wait for you Miklos. I’ll wait. I’ll always wait for you, but I might not wait like this. I mean, I’m naked but I might not be in twenty minutes. Your loss.” Her voice was sing-song perfection as she strutted out of his office as naked as the day she was born and the men waiting outside the office were all facing the walls.

She laughed all the way to the room she shared with Miklos and giggled as she locked the door behind her. She shimmied into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and moved to the bathroom and looked at the mess she’d made. She shrugged, maybe she was a bit untidy. She moved to the shower and looked at the happy little crabs hiding under the seaweed and frowned.

“Poor little babies,” she made kissy noises at them as she collected them and put them back in the little bucket, giggling as she tried to evade their pinchers. “I won’t let them eat you. We’re friends now. I will say, when I’m back onshore, your brothers and sisters are fair game though.” She scooped up the seaweed and shoved it into the other bucket she had and then pulled the sock she had blocked the drain with and watched the sea water spin away.

“Did you know he is Miklos best friend?

She grumbled, “it’s not as fun when I have to clean it myself.”

“Dimitra!” Miklos booming voice was probably heard on the coast of wherever they were near.

She giggled at his fury.

“Where the f**k are you?” He jiggled the handle of the door she locked. “Open this f*****g door.”

She resumed her phony voice, “you’re scaring me Miklos. I don’t like it when you swear at me.” She giggled as she pictured him ready to kick the door in. It took him a half second to put his foot to the door and it flung wide. She stood there holding the crabs against her chest protectively and blinking with a wide grin. “Ah, is big Miklos angry?”

“What the f**k is wrong with you? Your father ordered a f*****g hit on me!”

She laughed at him, “did he? Here’s hoping you make it back to shore alive.”

“Are you out of your mind?”

“You might get killed by Vasili’s daughter before you even reach the shore,” she spoke in Greek to him and shot him a gaze she knew was one grown men feared. He stopped moving and stared at her suddenly.

“Why are you so angry at me?” he said suddenly responding in Greek. They rarely spoke anything but English and he knew immediately she was beyond irate, and he’d f****d up. His eyes narrowed on her as he tried to suss out what it was, he’d done. “You’re angry enough you wanted your father to kill me?”

“He won’t kill you. I might, he won’t.” she poked one of the crabs trying to escape the bucket back down. “Get back in, little guy. Often, little creatures need to be reminded of their place.”

“Little creatures? Are you referring to me or the crabs? What did I do?”

“Figure it out. I have to go talk to the chef and make sure he doesn’t cook my new friends. Perhaps he can set them free when we get back to shore.”

“I’m eating those,” he pointed to the bucket. “All of them. Every last claw.”

“No.” she refuted his statement. “Nobody is eating them. See, Miklos, every once in a while, I make friends. I make friends for whom I would die. I will fight you to the death for my friends.”

He stepped closer to her his eyes trained on hers, “what the f**k has gotten into you? Half an hour ago you were telling me you were bored and wanting my attention. Now you have a price on my head and are threatening me and offering a fight to the death. What have I done?”

His phone pinged with a text message, and he lifted his phone and tucked it away.

“Nobody important?”

“Just Jonas. Said he’s sending me something he wants me to see.”

“Hm,” she had played the other man too easy. Fool. She tried to sidestep past Miklos.

“Dimitra, you wanted to be f****d raw, get undressed.”

“I changed my mind.”

“I can change it back,” he was unbuckling his pants.

“No. I don’t think you can.” She disagreed and was met with his stunned expression. Did he really believe he could just whip his d**k out and she’d capitulate?

“Will you at least talk to me?” his hands rested on his waistband near his belt buckle

“I can’t. The crabs need water. I can’t release them out here because I don’t know if it’s their natural habitat and whether they’ll cause some kind of ecological disaster, but they need to be stored safely until I can get them home and,” she gave a jump of excitement as an idea popped into her, “I’ll get a fish tank and save them forever. I’ll feed them little bits of your flesh to keep them alive.” The last phrase was delivered in a cutesy little voice in start contradiction to the macabre words.

“You’re going to keep them in a tank? Where are you going to keep smelly crabs? Not in our house!”

“I told you in a tank. Saltwater. I’ll do a bit research. I’ll put them in the office space the girls and I are purchasing,” she paused and looked at him. “Oh, right. The space we were going to purchase got bought up seconds before Darya was going to make the offer. Another buyer swooped it right out from under her.” She watched a flicker of knowledge hit his eyes before he masked it.

“Your mad at me because someone else bought a building before Darya could?”

“No, Miklos. See she had three buildings and decided on one after we talked about it. It was just what we needed and then when she called the agent to make the deal, it was sold. Kostas bought it for twice the asking price. It seems he didn’t want her to have the building. Why would he not want her to have the building? He’s your friend. What did he tell you?”

She watched him swallow and tilt his head. “Miklos? Did he share information with you?”

“The building is in an area of the city where many of the more unsavory types like to hang out. It was not befitting three billionaire moguls, especially one he is feeling a certain way about. He felt it was unsafe for Darya to set up there.”

“Did he? My question is, Miklos,” she stepped right into him, only the bucket between them, “is how he knew where she was looking?”

He gave a shrug of innocence. “I couldn’t tell you what my friend gets up to. A PI maybe?”

“Or maybe your friend called in a favor. He was really quick to pay off a cop and a prosecutor on your behalf. Why did he owe you?”

“He is my friend. We don’t keep tabs on favors.”

“Liar,” she punched his chest and kicked his shin. “I hope you got a good long look at me in your office. It’s the last time you see all of it until we get back to shore.”

“What did I do?” He bent and rubbed his leg and glowered at her.

“You know what you did, you slimy bastard! You put a tracking device in her trunk.” When he looked away, she knew he had done it. “I knew it. You put a device for him, in her car!”

“He likes her.”

“She’s my friend and I love her. How could you?”

“I didn’t think you and I were going to work out. At best, I figured if I gave you your freedom you wouldn’t completely hate me, but I never dreamed in a million years I’d win you back. I figured one of us, either me or Kostas deserved a bit of happiness.”

“I hope my father flies a chopper overhead to shoot you,” she cursed at him and turned back to the bathroom. “I forgot this.” She grabbed the seaweed and looked at the bucket and then threw the contents at him. “There, now you’re as slimy outside as inside.”

“Dimitra!” he yelled at her as the sopping wet kelp covered his head while she stormed furiously out of the room.

His frustrated curse followed her all the way upstairs.