Divorcing Her Mafia Family
Chapter 53

She was just leaving the kitchen fifteen minutes later after threatening the lives of everyone in the area how, if a single crab claw were affected, she would make all their lives a living hell, when she decided her reputation was preceding her. Evidently her temper and penchant for pranks had them all agreeing profusely to not harm her new pets and the chef was feeding them tiny pieces of fish they were fighting over. Miklos was nowhere to be found but considering she’d tossed salty, soggy seaweed at his head, he was likely getting cleaned up.

She grabbed her headphones and her laptop from the living area and nestled into the corner of a couch and flipped open her device ready to tune the world out. She was still angry and irrationally so. Miklos had violated her friend’s privacy and not just for himself but for a man who Darya said she despised, was wary of and who had been the catalyst to her being cast out of her own home. What he’d done was wrong and he’d stood there defending his actions because Kostas was his friend. They were goons, the pair of them.

She was listening to music blasting in her ears as she focused on the newest project she and the girls were working on. She was starting to get into the groove of her work when her headphones were unceremoniously snatched from her head and tossed to the side. Miklos hand was shaking, holding his phone to a photo of a very inflamed p***s shoved in her face.

“Ah, Ben,” she said with a straight face. “The color looks good on him, don’t you think?”

“This,” Miklos voice was garbled as he waved the photo in her face, “this is how you got information from Ben?”

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“Dimitra!” he yelled at her, “you were with a naked man! Not just any man, a naked ex-lover! A naked f*****g man!”

“Not the first time I’m with a naked man, won’t be the last,” she quipped and reached for her headphones. “Now go away, I’m trying to work and I’m angry with you.”

“You’re angry with me? Because I helped a friend and yet you touched this man’s naked body, a man you had an intimate relationship with? You had this,” he wiggled the phone furiously, “in your mouth at one time and almost f****d it and yet you went back and saw it naked?”

“There were two other men in the room who also saw Ben’s junk. Are you going to yell at them too?”

“They aren’t my wife who once told me she blew this, this, this, thing!” he screamed at her.

She looked up at him then, “are you kidding me right now? You violated my friend’s privacy so your friend could act like an overbearing asshat and violate her privacy a hundredfold more than what you’d done and you’re angry I tortured a man to get information on the location of your whereabouts after you’d been kidnapped at gunpoint by government officials?” She watched his nostrils flare and his mouth open and close, and she grunted, “yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“You didn’t need to interrogate him naked.” His eyes were so dark his irises and pupils were merged in color.

“I most assuredly did. It was the only way.” She noted an error on her screen and typed to correct it. “Stop talking to me. You’re causing me to make mistakes and I’m trying to get a bonus here.”

He exhaled slowly as if fighting for every ounce of self-control he possessed. “My love,” he tried again, “are you meaning to tell me you had no other recourse to gathering information other than seeing this man, who, I might add, Jonas advises the staff at the hotel nicknamed King Dong,” his voice was vibrating, “naked?”

“He was sick,” she grunted, “I didn’t want his bodily fluids on me. Slicing him open or breaking his face would have put me at risk of him infecting me. As it was, I wore a mask, gloves, disinfected the place and even when I rubbed the goop on his chest, I did it with the latex gloves like the doctors and nurses used. I wasn’t exactly stroking him off.”

“You rubbed the ointment on his chest,” he pushed her laptop off her crisscrossed legs. “You touched him while he was naked in this bathtub!”

“With gloves,” she gave him a look which should have told him how much of an i***t he was being. If she were honest, she was really enjoying his discomfort. She knew it would bug him.

Another messaged popped up on Miklos’ phone and he let out a furious hiss, “this isn’t real.”

She reached for his phone, and he pulled it away furiously. “What isn’t real? Show me.”

“No man is so big. Jonas is now just f*****g with me.”

Dimi gave a laugh at his comment and pulled her computer back towards her, “are you done complaining about your little problem?”

He stopped moving from where he paced beside the sofa, “is this why you called me a little creature downstairs? Were you comparing?”

“Nope.” How she was keeping a straight face was true testament to her father’s training of her. She was feeling quite proud of her stoicism.

“Not real,” he mumbled as he swiped through his phone. The din of the video Jonas had taken while the man had writhed in pain in the tub, screaming how his a*****e was burning filtered to her ears and she chuckled. Miklos apparently could see the full length of the man in the video as he spit an epithet which would have made one of his more refined ladies of his past blush. Thankfully, she wasn’t so refined.

“Did you really have this in your mouth?”

“Not recently,” she grimaced. “Though it’s probably cleaner now than it’s ever been.” She chortled at her joke.

“How?”

“Do you want a play-by-play, or should I just ask Ben to send you the video he took of me doing it?”

She watched with innocent eyes as his face turned a murderous shade of red. “I’m kidding Miklos.” At his relieved sigh she looked back to her computer, “there’s no way I’m giving you a play-by-play of how I got lockjaw.”

He shoved her computer off her lap again and pulled her upright, “There had better not be video of you blowing this guy.” At her smirk he shook his finger at her, “you’re toying with me.”

“No s**t,” she didn’t look away from him. “You betrayed me, and you betrayed Darya. Did you shove a tracker in Mags’s car too?”

“No.”

“Is there one in mine?”

He looked away.

She shoved his chest, “you should be ashamed.”

“I should be ashamed? Me? You were touching an ex-lover two days ago and I should be ashamed?”

“Miklos, I wasn’t there to reminisce about all the good times. I literally burnt his p***s. I mean look at it,” she swiped on the photos on his phone, “it’s really inflamed.”

“Swollen?”

She wrinkled her nose and gritted her teeth, “nah, it looks about the same size, though he didn’t have an e******n or anything, so I mean, it gets bigger.”

The phone dropped to the floor, and she fought the giggle. “I would very much like to know why this is so important to you. I mean, I didn’t do anything wrong. Not Monday and not three years ago when I had a quarter of it in my gob.” At his curse, she continued, “you were with,” she tapped her chin, “ah yes, you were with the Greek model, Maya during the time I was with Ben. I promise I do not need your recollection of what you did with her and whether you gave her oral s*x so why so fixated on who I performed oral s*x with?”

“With or on? Did he go down on you?”

“f**k off,” she laughed bitterly and pushed away from him. “Miklos, do me a favor and go for a swim or something before we end up in a brawl. I’m getting really tired of your double standards and misogyny. You are in s**t with me because you f****d up and instead of owning it and taking responsibility, you decided to come in here accusing me of whatever it is you seem to be accusing me of,” she paused and looked at him. “What exactly is it you are accusing me of?”

He stared at her in confusion. “What?”

“What are you accusing me of, coming in here all angry at me for conducting an interrogation. I bet if you showed any of the clip of this man’s junk getting fried, my father would be proud. I’m curious now to know why it is you’re angry at me. Did you think I wanted to touch it? Put my lips around it one last time? Did you think I was going to betray my husband with Ben and his King Dong?”

He stared hard at her for a solid thirty seconds before he threw his phone on the sofa, tugged his shirt over his head and turned on his heel and walked out. A few minute later the scream of one of the men yelling for the captain to stop the boat made her laugh bitterly as she realized he’d dived right off the side of the moving vessel. She’d hit a nerve. Good. Let him think on his stupid machismo bullshit.

She was still laughing as the boat ground to a halt, and she settled back on the sofa and lifted her own cell phone when it started ringing. “Hey Mags, what’s up?”

“We’re in position across the street from Mistress Kala’s. Darya just arrived and Kostas’ car is about a minute behind. He’s literally following her car. We were between the two cars. She made a point to drive by his offices. He hasn’t,” she gasped for a breath as she started giggling, “seen her yet. She has the full outfit Dimi. Even the face covering. She’s driving through LA in her full catsuit, with only her eyes, lips, and hair showing. She has the high ponytail in too. She looks incredible. He’s going to bust his pants. We thought you’d want to watch the show with us!”

Sienna was giggling nervously, “he made sure to stay behind her. I don’t think he knows he’s been busted tailing her yet.”

Dimi giggled as Magda turned the camera sideways and livestreamed the scene across the street. She gave a low whistle as Darya’s five-foot-seven-inch frame exited her vehicle in black patent leather and thigh high leather platform boots. She turned and looked directly at the car which had just pulled up to the curb and held up the tracking device towards the car to the man who was furiously exiting the vehicle. Darya’s direct gaze making him come to a complete stop as she dropped the device, crushed it with her boot and then allowed the two heavily armed men who had come out the door to escort her inside the parlor to take her away. Dimi acknowledged Kostas Masalis was a good-looking man with his dark hair and hazel eyes but his face as he realized who was stomping all over his tracking device was ugly. He was a furious shade of scarlet and his face was contorted between confusion, l**t, and absolute furor. At the entrance she stopped and blew Kostas a k**s before flipping him a finger. The door closed and Magda zoomed in on the stunned expression on Kostas Masalis’ face and then the way he punched the hood of his car before kicking his bumper in a poor display of his temper.

Magda flipped the screen back to her face and the three of them were chortling.

Dimi wiped tears off her cheeks, “this is the best. I can’t wait to see the fallout of this.”

“Someone in the parlour is getting hurt tonight,” Sienna’s voice broke over her laughter.

“Good, someone on this boat is likely getting hurt too.” She gave a shake of her head. “Why are men so stupid.”

“I can’t believe Miklos put a tracker in her car for him.”

“Allegedly there is one in my car as well.”

“Not mine though, right?” Magda asked seriously.

“Nope. He was putting one in mine and Kostas called in a favor, so he did him a solid.”

“Have you killed him?”

“No but I might have made my father think Miklos has a lover on the boat instead of looking for me.” She grinned into the camera, “and I played Jonas like a fiddle, so he thought he was getting me in trouble with Miklos and it backfired. Miklos is now swimming the Pacific Ocean trying to get his head on straight.”

“Wait, what did Jonas do?” Sienna was almost in Magda’s seat for information as she squeezed into the frame.

“You know how I told you Big Ben was in Puerto Vallarta working with the illegal agents?” At their nod, she grinned, “he was sick in his hotel room, so I got him to talk. I needed him to trust me and relax so I drew him a nice warm bath and had him resting while I put medicated ointment on his chest,” she spoke as soothing as she had been to Ben, “and then I dumped the medicated s**t right into his bathwater and burned his giant pecker.”

“No!” both women covered their mouths in horror.

“Jonas was there and took a video and several photos. He sent them to Miklos. Miklos is having a conniption because he got to see how big, Big Ben really is.”

“How big is Big Ben?” Sienna asked.

“See your forearm?” Dimi chuckled at her wide eyes. “Jonas made a joke he should be working porn in LA instead of banking and investments in London.”

“Jesus Christ,” Magda guffawed, “and Jonas sent him the video and photos?”

“Yup, right after I thanked him for not sending them.”

“Why did you want him to send them?” Sienna’s hands were on her cheeks as if struggling to keep her cool.

“Swollen?”

“No!” both women covered their mouths in horror.

“Because I’m tired of Miklos and his buddies thinking we have lived in plastic bubbles. Miklos needed to be taken down a peg. He has a horrible set of double-standards, and I knew he would overreact. I figured I was already pissed off at him, I may as well make sure he sees the photos now, so he doesn’t see them once we’re home and then fly off at the handle at me then. Get it all out of the way now and,” she pointed to the camera, “I used it to my advantage so I’m not the one in trouble.”

“Devious and ingenious,” Magda mock bowed to her, “we are naught but students to your great and wonderful leadership.” She laughed as Dimi rolled her hand as if tipping her hat. “I’m taking notes.”

“How goes the battle with Ares? Did you meet him for coffee?”

“No. He showed up at the house this morning and banged on the door. Seven in the morning.”

“What did you do?”

“She went surfing out the back door and Darya answered the door. Darya yelled at Miklos security guy for letting a man walk right up to the front door,” Sienna grinned. “I was talking to Darya when she answered the door. It was beautiful. They escorted Ares away and Mags got a hell of a few hours in the water.”

“What are you going to Mags? You can’t keep avoiding him forever. I’m sitting here working on an integration program for his team and I’m going to have deal directly with him again eventually. How do you want me to handle it?”

“Our business reputation is solid, and I expect you to keep it this way. We delivered our product and we’re meeting the confines of the contract. I know I can’t avoid him forever but Dimi, it hurt. He didn’t even look at me again once he noticed the girl in the office. I was able to leave without him even acknowledging my presence and then he didn’t call me until Monday. How can a guy say the things he says to me, make me feel the way he makes me feel and then blow me off like I’m an afterthought or a mess he needs to clean up? I don’t need an explanation for what happened. He should have made sure I got home okay and instead I took a cab. He didn’t even check to make sure I got home okay.”

“Oh, he probably had a spy. I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the guards my father assigned to protect us all is reporting back to Ares at Miklos’ approval,” she rolled her eyes at Magda’s complaint.

“You’re probably right but it doesn’t make it better.” She sighed loudly, “I’m having dinner with a guy I met at the gym later.”

“Really? What’s his name?”

“Stan.” She smiled, “he’s been flirty for a bit, but I had my head up in the clouds of Ares Winter’s perfectly formed a*s. I need to get him out of my head.”

“I hope you have a great date and Stan is a perfect gentleman.”

“I hope he’s not,” Magda said naughtily.

“Oh my god!” Sienna shrieked interrupting, “look!”

“I can’t see,” Dimi complained when Magda let out a yowl of laughter. They flipped the screen and the three women hooted with laughter as Kostas Masalis walked to the door Darya had entered and began banging his fist against it. Security opened it, frowned at him, and then slammed the door in his face. He punched the door again, standing there knocking as if it would make it open again.

“Doesn’t he know it’s a reputable business establishment?” Dimi snorted as nobody opened it for him. “By appointment only with only vetted clients who need referrals and never walk-ups. He may start throwing money to get in. Also, he’s at the employee entrance and pretty certain Mistress Kala does not have him on payroll.”

“She could hire him. I wouldn’t mind seeing him in leather assless chaps and bare chested though I wouldn’t let him hit me. I feel he’d not know the difference between pain and pleasure.” Sienna giggled loudly.

“I bet Darya sees and feels it every night in her dreams,” Dimi sniggered along with them.

The grind of the engine starting back to life made Dimi look up in surprise and she sighed. If they were moving, Miklos was back on the boat, “I had better get back to work on this transition thing for Ares’ team. Keep me posted on whether Kostas gets into the club. I’m wondering how much money he’ll offer to get in.” Dimi had a wonderful idea, “I’m going to text Mistress Kala and tell her whatever he offers to get in, I’ll double to keep him out.”

“Oh, my god, yes!” Magda shouted, “I’ll pay half!”

She happily sent the text message and a thumbs up from Mistress Kala came back and she said goodbye to the girls.

She put her headphones back on and began again to work on her laptop singing along under her breath as she focused on her work. She had half expected Miklos to come continue their fight, but she was grateful he was staying away.

An hour later she’d made really great headway into the assignment, and she was feeling good about her progress. She sang the Ava Max song under her breath, “My head and my heart are torturing me, lost my mind in your arms, I go to extremes, when angels tell me run, and monsters call it love my head and my heart are caught in between.” The song was striking a chord with her as she hummed along.

She loved Miklos and when they were calm and things were relaxed and good, it was a beautiful relationship. Yet, the minute one of them became irritated, it was a standoff and an explosion. Her desire to go to extremes clashed horribly with his need for control and dominance. Was this how they would live the rest of their lives? One argument away from nuclear war?

She rubbed her forehead as she signed out of her computer and leaned back against the sofa, closing her eyes. She lay there considering all the things they had bickered about during the day and sighed loudly. She reached for her cell phone and sent a quick text message and then shut it off, tossing it to the side table. Curling up on her side facing the back of the couch she tucked her hand under her cheek. Perhaps a nap would make her feel better.

She had just started to nod off when she felt her headphones gently lifted off her head and the weight of Miklos stretching out behind her on the sofa, wrapping his arms around her and his leg over her h*p.

“I’m angry, Miklos.”

“I know.” He said simply and sighed loudly. “I just want to hold you. You can hate me while I hold you.”

“Fine. Just don’t snore and ruin my nap.”

He gave a low laugh at her demand, “yes, my little wife. Whatever you say.”