Divorcing Her Mafia Family
Chapter 17

Dimi heard her phone ringing, and she whimpered while reaching for it. She blinked rapidly and found it on the nightstand after slapping her hand around blindly.

Darya was calling her and as Dimi answered the call the woman spoke hotly, “it was Robin Hood, Men in Tights.”

“What?” Dimi grumbled in confusion, “what the f**k are you talking about? It’s not even six in the morning.”

“The iron locked chastity belt I said you needed around Miklos. It was from the movie Robin Hood Men in Tights.”

“Why are you like this?” she m****d. “I was having such a good sleep and such good dreams, and you ruined it with your call.”

“It’s Tuesday.”

“So?”

“We were going to meet today to go over the new plans for the new program.”

“Right,” she sighed, “at eight-thirty.”

“Yes. At the coffee shop. You asked me to give you a wake-up call because you were worried you would oversleep.”

“I’ll be there.”

She hung up the phone and let her arm fall sideways off the bed, the phone dropping to the floor. Why did she feel like she’d been run over by a truck? She stretched her legs and an unfamiliar burning between her thighs made her hiss in pain. The immediate recall of what she had done with Miklos in her bathroom made her g***n with the regret she had told herself last night she would have. He’d f****d her until she’d passed out from exhaustion. She opened her eyes at the pacing of footsteps near the bed followed by the clatter of dishes on the nightstand.

She watched the bronzed hand set a cup of tea down and she felt fear course through her veins at the realization she was doing the morning after thing with Miklos. They had consummated their marriage and she was a blooming i***t. It had been everything she had fantasized about and dreaded all rolled up into one burning package.

“Good morning, my little wife. How did you sleep?” His voice was mocking.

“Like a log,” she avoided his gaze as she ran her hand under the blanket and confirmed she was still naked. She rolled over to her side away from him and sunk under the blankets.

“I know, I held you all night while you snored loudly. At least one of us slept.”

“You held me all night?” She didn’t come out from her burrow, “how nice of you. Don’t you usually go back to your own bed? Pretty sure it’s what you told me the other day.”

“My bed is broken. Apparently, the motor being wrecked. I slept here with you, my wife.”

“I wouldn’t know,” she grumbled, wishing she were truly as sleepy as she was trying to fake. She was deliriously wide awake now. It was as if she’d drank a pot of coffee and ten energy drinks. She needed him to go away so she could shower and get to her meeting. “As I said, I slept soundly. What do you want?”

“To talk.”

“Don’t have time,” she moved her legs and fought against making any complaints of pain he might hear. In the heat of things, he had not realized she was a virgin, though she did not have a problem with being a virgin. She didn’t feel it was something she was giving away. She had enough use of toys her hymen was long broken but admittedly, she’d never had intercourse before and certainly not the rough, rowdy s*x she’d had with him. “I have a meeting at eight-thirty in the city.”

“This won’t take long,” he sat on the bed and pulled the blanket from over her head. “Turn around and look at me, Dimitra.”

She feigned indifference and rolled to look at him, “what do you want?” He was dressed a blue button-down shirt and black pants. His chest hair peeking through the v where his top three buttons were undone. He had evidently showered as his hair was wet and combed through and his beard was neatly trimmed.

“We made love last night and you cannot look at me?”

“We f****d,” she corrected him with a sneer, not missing the way his eyebrows rose sharply into his hairline or the hiss of frustration escaping his lips. “God, it wasn’t as if it there was champagne, caviar and rose petals with smooth jazz in the background. It was s*x.” She pushed up on her elbows and looked at the teacup. “Is this for me?” She kept the blanket tucked tight under her armpits and reached for the cup. She closed her eyes as the warm liquid coated her throat. “I needed it.”

“I have a question Dimitra and I want an honest answer.”

“Fire away,” she waved at him as she continued sipping her hot tea. She wondered what had him so uptight he was clenching and unclenching his fist around the edge of the blanket he’d pulled away from her.

“Was last night your first time?”

She choked on her tea and set the cup on the saucer, “excuse me? Was I so bad?” It was not the question she thought she was going to hear. Did her inexperience give her away?

“Answer the question.”

“No, I will not.”

Outraged, she thought. She was feeling outrage.

“Dimitra, there was b***d everywhere.”

“Maybe I started my period?” she made a face knowing damn well she hadn’t. Weren’t bloody sheets some kind of sixteenth century bullshit? She would have to warn the girls.

“Damn Dimitra, I was rough as hell on you. For your first time it should not have been like that. You said you worked in a b**m parlor.”

“I did. I dished it out. I never took it. And, I’m not saying it was my first time, but even if it had been my first time, I am not the kind of girl who would appreciate the soft and gentle stuff, especially from you. That should be saved for people who are in love, not l**t. I am definitely not in love with you.”

She jumped when he ripped the teacup out of her hands and threw it across the room smashing it against the wall. His fists clenched on either side of her head as he leaned over her.

“Was last night your first time?” When she looked everywhere but him, he gripped her chin furiously, “answer the f*****g question.”

She stared into his eyes, feeling like an ant under a magnifying glass in sunshine. “Fine, it was,” she pushed at him, taking advantage of the shock on his face, and squirming out from under him. “I wasn’t saving myself for a special occasion or anything. I just haven’t had the time or energy to f**k someone yet. Last night the stars aligned,” she spoke mockingly as she wrapped the blanket around herself and getting off the bed. She shook her legs out and then went into the bathroom, ignoring his stunned countenance as she closed the door behind her, locking it and then sitting down on the toilet.

She made a face when she realized it hurt to pee. “I hope you didn’t give me a STI. It burns.” She called out with a laugh before frowning, “uh, seriously Miklos, you are clean right? I don’t remember you using a condom last night.” She called out but there was no answer on the other side of the door. She wiped herself and noted b***d. He had been pretty rough. Her unused parts had certainly taken a thrashing. She ran the shower and climbed in, grabbing the handheld sprayer, and flipping the water to cool, sank to the floor and let the water run over her delicate areas.

She took her time in the bathroom, grateful he hadn’t come knocking again. She looked around the bathroom with a grimace. He’d had her on the counter and against the wall and against the shower glass. She couldn’t let Mrs. K clean her a*s prints off the bathroom. It seemed obscene, the equivalent of letting your grandmother clean your s*x scene. She dug through the closet and found an old towel and a bottle of cleaner and set to work cleaning the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, she exited the bathroom and saw Mrs. K sweeping up the teacup.

“Someone’s in a bad mood this morning.” She quipped as she kept her robe wrapped tight around her.

“Are you okay, Dimitra,” the woman asked quietly. At Dimi’s curious expression, she waved to the sheet and the little smear of b***d.

“Uh,” she threw her hands up, “I’m fine. Really. I am. It’s not a big deal.” She pulled open the drawer to the dresser in the room and found a pair of cotton panties she normally wore when it was her time of the month. She shimmied into them. Mrs. K’s gentle hand on her shoulder, made Dimi pause. “Mrs. K, I’m fine.”

“You love him.”

“Wrong tense, loved, as in the past. I don’t love him now.”

“You made love.”

“Don’t be so old fashioned,” Dimitra cut her off. “Last night was no different for him than any of the other women he has brought home. For me, it was an itch which needed to be scratched, nothing more. I’m not going to sulk over a silly lapse in judgement. I wanted him. I had him. It’s done.” she turned and faced the woman, wishing the disappointment on the older woman’s face didn’t hurt her as it did. “Mrs. K, let it go.”

“He asked me to tell you he wants to see you in his office.”

“I don’t have time.”

“He said to tell you it wasn’t an option.”

She shrugged into a pair of jeans and grimaced at the way they felt. She was going to be thinking of him all day and it was a problem. She needed him out of her head so she could get through her plan. She hadn’t intended to sleep with him, but she needed to put it behind her. She found a t-shirt and put it on and when she turned back, Mrs. K was still standing there watching her with a sad expression.

“Oh my god, fine, I’ll go talk to him,” she waved at her, “but you need to stop romanticising everything to happen to me. I’m a grown a*s woman and what happens between consensual adults isn’t always rainbows and butterflies.” She put her hand against the woman’s shoulder, “sometimes s*x is just s*x.”

The woman shook her head, “not for you, especially when it comes to him.”

“It has to be,” she took a deep breath, “it has to be Mrs. K because I can’t live with myself if it’s anything other than what I need it to be.”

She walked away from the sorrow in the woman’s eyes and marched to Miklos’ office, holding her sneakers in her hand. She knocked once and stepped in, not waiting for him to answer. She hopped on one foot and slipped a shoe on. “What did you want? I have a meeting in the city and it’s going to take me an hour just to get to my place to grab my gear before getting to the meeting spot.”

“Sit,” he didn’t look up from his computer but waved to the chairs opposite his desk.

“I don’t have time for your silliness, Miklos. I have a life. One which doesn’t involve you.” She stepped further into the office and put her foot up on a table to tie her shoe. The more she moved around, the less tight her muscles were feeling. She gave an appreciative nod to her body for recovering quickly.

“I said sit.” His voice commanded from across the room.

“And I said, I don’t have f*****g time.” She spit back as she pushed her foot into her other shoe before lifting it to the table to tie. “What do you want? I have to go.”

“Why is everything a fight with you?”

“Because I’m a Lykiaos,” she made a face at him as she dropped her foot to the floor and turned to look at him.

“Laskaris,” he corrected, “your name is Laskaris.”

“My name can be Rumpelstiltskin and it would have no more meaning to me than the Laskaris name.” She waved at him, “unless you are going to tell me you agree to my request for a divorce, then I need to go.”

“Are you out of your mind?” he questioned furiously. “There will be no divorce, especially now.”

“What? Why?” she threw her hands up in the air. “Because we f****d?”

“If you say it one more time, Dimitra, I will put you over my knee and spank you.”

“Yeah, I’m discovering I do like it rough, but I think I want to save spanking for another partner. It seems too intimate to do with my husband,” she openly laughed at him. As his eyes widened at her blatant disrespect she continued, “did you hear me when I was in the bathroom? I was wondering if you’ve been tested for STI’s recently. We didn’t use a condom.”

“What if you’re pregnant?” he threw out ignoring her question.

“IUD,” she responded with a wave of her arm, “now, if you’re not going to answer my question, I’ll just head to the free clinic after my meetings today. I’d wish you a good day, but I really don’t want to,” she turned on her heel and started out the door.

His hand slamming the door shut just as she reached it made her slowly turn her head at him, “open the door Miklos.”

“Come and sit down so we can talk,” he bit the words out.

She reached up and wiped a tiny bit of spittle from the corner of his mouth, “you are really worked up. You should get laid. It might improve your disposition.” When he reached for her, his fingers dug into her skin of her bare arm. She knew he was angrier than she had ever made him before and she spun away from his grasp and delivered a solid punch to his sternum, making him gasp. She then kicked him in the shin and shoved him hard backwards. She pulled the door open and stomped away, “you do not get to put your hands upon me in anger, Miklos. I don’t like it.”

“God damn it Dimitra!” he yelled at he as he followed her out of the office. “Why can you not have a normal conversation, like a normal person?”

“I can,” she made eyes at him, “with anyone but you. You bring the worst out in me. It’s why we need a divorce.”

“There will be no divorce! We are done talking about a divorce. It is enough. You need to accept this and move home. If you go to the free clinic today,” he waved at her, “get the IUD out. I want my son.”

His words made her furious footsteps falter and she turned to look at him incredulously. “What the f**k did you just say?” She noted Mrs. K coming out of her room with the pile of bedsheets and then turning to go back to the room and disappearing.

“Get the IUD out. No wife of mine needs birth control. You are going to give me my son.”

“I would sooner get my v****a sewn shut with a dirty needle and dental floss than push your progeny out of it.” She moved back toward him, her temper now gloriously out of control.

“You will take your role as my wife. You will be my right hand in our business, and you will stop whatever games you are playing because you won’t win.”

“No.” she was standing inches from him, her breath so uneven in her rage she could feel her own heart skipping beats. She willed it to calm. “I will not be part of this,” she waved around the house, “or you. You give me my divorce, or I will continue to rain my hellfire on you.”

He stepped closer, his lips a tight line, “bring it. I promise you, this my little wife. For every day you delay making our marriage real and for every day you refuse to be at my side the way you were born to be, there will be a punishment and I assure you, it will not be one you enjoy.”

“To quote you,” she spit, “bring it. I’m not afraid of you. Do you think you can threaten me, Miklos? You forget who raised me. I am dirtier, nastier, smarter, and younger than you and Pops. You taught me all you guys knew but I have learned so much more. Do you think you can hurt me? Give it a go.” She started to turn on her heel when he spoke again.

“What about your friends?”

“Do not threaten my friends, Miklos. It would be very bad form for you to bring innocents into our war.” She cast a glance over her shoulder, “if one hair on any of their heads is touched, I will burn you to the ground.”

He called out, “and this my wife is why you belong with me. We are two peas of the same pod.”

“f**k you, Miklos.” She lifted a finger over her head as she slammed out of the house. She took her phone from her pocket and called Magda, “hey, are you still in contact with the girl with the engineering degree?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Find out if she is willing to rig something up for me which would allow me to light up a hundred fireworks at the same time in a garage,” she demanded as she slammed her car door behind her. “Tell her I’ll give her three grand if she can have it done by tomorrow.”

“Are you okay?” Magda asked quietly.

“No, I’m not okay,” she ground out as she spun her car around the center of the driveway and tore down the path to the gates. The boys barely had time to get them open and she was zipping through. “Son of a b***h!” she screamed as she punched the steering wheel. He had threatened her friends. He had assumed because they had s*x she would fall to her knees in everlasting adoration for his c**k and birth the heir to his empire. Then he’d threatened her friends. Two could play his game.

“Talk to me Dimi,” Magda spoke gently.

“I’ll tell you when I see you. For now, just find out if she can rig something up for me.”

“Okay,” Magda hung up the phone.

Dimi tore through the streets, her rage growing exponentially as she got closer to the house she shared with her friends. How dare he threaten her friends? He had sealed his fate. She was going to destroy his cars. His babies.

Then, she thought nastily, she was going to go after the other thing he held so near and dear to his heart. The Laskaris clubs. He would rue the day he had threatened her friends.