Divorcing Her Mafia Family
Chapter 21

“Excuse me?” Dimi stared at Kostas Masalis as if he’d grown a second head and she considered slicing both of them off.

Miklos nodded as he tossed back another shot of vodka, “you are right of course, my friend. Dimitra has been desperate to get away from me. She has been plotting and planning to destroy me. It wouldn’t be surprising if she went so far as to make a deal with one of the agents, she is friends with.” He turned to Kostas, “did you know, they have been trying to hire her for years. Maybe she’s finally agreed to work for them.”

Dimi felt Magda shift uncomfortably beside her and then whimper. Her drunken friend was frightened, and it had everything to do with them being cornered by Miklos and his friend. “Enough.” She put her hand on Magda’s knee. “You’re upsetting my friend.”

“Maybe she shouldn’t have drunk so much,” Miklos poured her a glass of Prosecco and slid it across the table, “Maggie, is it? This is the name you’re going with tonight, is it not? I like the leather. Drink up.”

“She’s had enough,” Dimi spit out furiously. “Stop trying to intimidate us.”

“We’re spying on you!” Magda spit out, her drunken words spilling from her lips as Dimi threw her hands up groaning and Darya winced loudly. “It’s only a matter of time before you put your d**k in another woman. We just need the proof!” She grabbed the glass with trembling hands and tossed back the drink.

“Magda,” Darya nudged her with annoyance. “Jesus Christ, it’s champagne not truth serum.”

“I can’t help it. I’m not tough like you two.” She whined loudly and threw her head back.

Kostas looked to Darya, a glint in his eye, “you think you’re tough, little one?”

“Tough enough I survived the likes of you usurping my life, you giant dickwad.” She glared furiously at him, her blue eyes blazing.

Dimi pointed to her and motioned at Magda, “that, right there, that’s how you do it. Never surrender. Remember the goals!” She tossed back a shot of vodka and slammed the glass to the table with vigor.

“I’m too soft,” Magda sobbed as she put her head on Darya’s shoulder. “I’m all talk no action. I can argue but I can’t defend myself. They’ll kill us all.”

“She does seem quite soft,” Miklos was laughing at the woman who was completely wasted between his wife and her other friend. He leaned forward, “Magda, I don’t hurt innocent women. You haven’t done anything so why would I hurt you?”

“Because we’ve been helping Dimi!” she explained over Dimi’s shriek to shut up. “He’s going to kill me if I don’t talk.”

“What have you been helping her with?”

“If you say one other word Magda Onassis, I will personally call Ares and tell him you’re a virgin. Let’s see how fast he signs the contract then so he can bed you.”

Dimi’s jaw fell open at Darya’s threat to their friend and then behind Magda’s head, high-fived her. “She’s right Mags. We all know if Ares knows he could possibly be your first, he’s going to be banging on the door. He will definitely want to boost his ego with taking your cherry. He’ll be relentless.”

“No!” She covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide. She looked back to Miklos, “are you going to kill me?”

He leaned back and his brow knitted together tightly. “Were the three of you in a virginity pact? I thought you all worked in a b**m parlor.”

“No,” Darya grunted at him angrily ripping the shot glass out of Kostas’ hand and tossing it back. “It wasn’t a pact. It just happened. We’ve been too busy being single-mindedly focused on our goals. If I wanted to f**k a man, I would have. I just don’t have the time.”

Kostas sneered at her, “what kind of goals are you making, it kept you from taking care of your basic needs like s*x?”

Darya ripped another shot glass out of his hands, ignoring the raised eyebrow at her defiance and she leaned closer to him, “destroying you and my father. I’m halfway there.”

Miklos belted out a roar of laughter as his friend sat back in his seat clearly dumbfounded by the blonde’s aggressive words. He clapped him on the shoulder, “if I am the trial run, my friend, you are f****d.”

“You’re not a trial run, Miklos.” Dimi glared at him. “Our goals may intertwine but I assure you, they are vastly different.”

“How so?”

“I want a divorce from the man who rejected me and told me we would never have a real marriage so I can find a good man, have babies with them and know my children won’t be doing on their sixth birthday what I was forced to do on mine.” She met his eyes directly. “Magda wants to stand on her own two feet and never accept a dime from her family and prove to them not everyone can be bought. Someday she will find a guy who will love her for her and not for her family’s wealth. Darya has already spoken of her goals. I look forward to her achieving them,” she eyed Kostas bitterly. “Your introduction into her world was the catalyst for most of us fighting for our freedom. I think, if anything Kostas,” Dimi held up a shot glass in his direction, “we should be toasting you. If it hadn’t been for your suggestion she marry your creepy fucker of a brother, we might not have all bonded so closely.” She tilted the glass after clinking it with Magda’s and Darya’s “To Kostas and Miklos, the biggest d***s in the room.”

Dimi watched as both men looked to each other and then threw their heads back and laughed loudly.

“What is so funny?”

“Only women would make goals about love and romance yet keep their knees closed tight,” Miklos wiped a tear from the corner of his eyes. “My little wife, did you really think you would come here tonight to spy on me, and I not catch you? You romantic girl. You knew deep down I would find you and I think,” he leaned over the table, “you wanted me to.” He held his hand out, “come, you want to go dancing, let’s go dancing.”

“I am not going dancing with you,” she balked as his dark eyes mocked her.

“She’s worried if she dances with me, we’ll end up back in bed and she will be one step closer to failing at her plan to divorce me. She loves me Kostas. She always has,” he leaned sideways and gripped her chin forcing her to look at him, “and she always will. Even if I granted you a divorce and you left and went looking for another man, you would find, none compare. I am all you want.”

“Na-uh,” Magda interrupted with a smirk, suddenly forgetting she had been terrified of the two men not five minutes earlier. “When we were in London, there was a guy there who really liked Dimi and the only reason she didn’t f**k him was because he was her boss, and she really liked the job. She said he could k**s like a rock star. He was chasing her so hard her contract was only supposed to be six months and he extended it another six and she has an open invite to come run his business with him whenever she wants. He was gorgeous too. The minute we get our payout this week and she gets her divorce, it’s back to Jolly Old England and Big Ben!”

“We saw him naked at a pool party. He dove into the water and his trunks floated right off. Poor Dimi almost lost her resolve,” Darya quipped with a smug grin, “Big Ben is an understatement. Ben is massive. At least now Dimi will have something to compare to on her next wedding night.” She tilted her head mockingly at Miklos.

Dimi noted the change in Miklos’ posture at their taunting and considered if she hadn’t been so drunk, she might have been frightened. Even Kostas shifted in his seat at the change in the air. She suddenly wished her friends hadn’t taunted him with this information. He was now staring at her as if ready to interrogate an enemy.

“What is Ben’s last name?”

“None of your business,” Dimi cut in warning her friends to shut their mouths with pointed glares. “Who I decide to be with is my business, not yours. Considering you have had more legs around your waist than there are women in this club tonight, I’m going to remind you, our marriage is not a real one. It is in name only. It is a contract and a legal binding to merge two families. There is nothing more to it. Not even a hot romp in a bathroom will change it.”

Miklos glowered at her, “you are lucky you are inebriated, and I am cutting you slack for the disrespect you are showing. You are underdressed in my night club, being argumentative, belligerent and an embarrassment.”

“I’m an embarrassment?” she put her hand to her chest. “Oh, rich coming from you, the walking man-whore.”

Magda leaned sideways, “Dimi, he seems really angry.”

“You don’t say,” she smirked as she added vodka to her shot glass and tossed it back. “Why should I be the only one pissed off?”

“Come,” he held his hand out, “I want to dance with my wife.”

“Your wife does not want to dance with you.” Dimi did another shot of vodka, closing her eyes as the heat of it filled her b***d. Her mind was fuzzy, and her bravado was soaring.

“Dimitra,” he glared at her, “you have ten seconds to come dance with me or the alternative is I put you over my shoulder and carry you home and we do a different kind of dance there.”

She glared at him and then gave him her hand. She looked to Magda, “one dance then we go. You come get me and make sure I don’t do anything stupid.”

“We’re going to have a dance, Dimitra,” Miklos mocked her, “not make love in front of the entire club.”

“I look good,” she tossed back at him. “I look really good. I know it. You think I don’t see the way you’ve been looking at the girls?” she cupped her breasts and hoisted them. “You could just pull me up the stairs to your office and do wicked things to me. I’m too drunk to stop you or control myself too well.”

“You are not so drunk,” he laughed at her. “Come. Dance with your husband. You’ve always wanted to.”

“No. Dancing was never my thing.”

“You lie. I have been watching you and the girls dance up here. You are a great dancer. I would even say practiced.”

“It’s like surfing,” Magda hiccupped, “all in the h**s. She is a natural at both!”

“You surf?” Miklos looked to Dimi in surprise.

“I do lots of things, Miklos.” She took one last shot and realized she was fighting a losing battle. He wasn’t going to give up unless she danced with him. She looked back to Magda and repeated her instructions, “one dance. Come get me.” She knew she wasn’t going to be able to voluntarily walk away from him on the dance floor.

She let him take her hands and lead her through the club to the overcrowded dance floor. What the hell was she doing? She was cursing herself a hundred ways to Sunday as without warning he spun her under his arm and twirled her to his chest. She placed her palms to his shoulders and fought the automatic pull her body had to his. She turned away from him and put her back to his front, refusing to play his game by his rules. She threw her hands up in the air and shimmied her h**s to the beat of the music, trying to pretend he wasn’t there.

He was not to be outdone and he rested his hands pulling her by the h**s backwards and the heat of his body behind hers gyrating and swaying to her rhythm felt sinful. His hands were sliding up her h**s along her torso to her bare arms and back down. The warmth of his strong hands on her soft skin was too much and she suddenly regretted the last shot of vodka. The feeling of his lips against the nape of her neck as they danced far too closely to be proper made her m**n and she bit her tongue against the sound.

She forced herself out of his arms, moving a few steps back and facing him. “No lips.” She frowned when he wound his fingers through hers and pulled her back to him, pressing his thigh between her parted legs and ground her against him. “Miklos, this isn’t dancing.”

“It is dancing,” he whispered hotly in her ear. “You look incredible in this dress. I want you to stop wearing all those baggy things and dress this body the way it should be. My little wife, you are delectable.”

She shivered against the heat of his words as he spun them on the floor, turning and twisting their bodies but holding them so tightly together she could feel the hard length of his e******n through his trousers as if the fabric weren’t separating them. Moisture pooled in her panties at his expert manoeuvring of their bodies on the dance floor. She was certain if someone tried to wiggle dental floss between them, it wouldn’t go. Every inch of her body was tight to his, her fingers interlocked with his, behind her back as they swayed to the rhythm.

“All I can think of is your earlier suggestion,” he spoke hotly in her ear, nipping her earlobe playfully.

“Miklos, stop. I can’t think.” She whined back as she ground her h**s against the heat of his thigh between them.

“I want to take you up to my office, fold you over my desk and fill you like I did last night. Fill you full of my seed and practice making our son.”

“f**k!” she screamed at him for teasing her and slapped at him furiously pulling her head back and glaring at him. His eyes were wicked and naughty, and she noted decidedly serious. Her breath caught in her throat at the desire there. “Miklos,” his name was a whisper on her lips as he ground his mouth to hers.

He didn’t release her hands, holding her captive while he kissed her in the middle of the dance floor, music blaring, strobe lights of multiple colors smattering overhead and the roar of the crowd dancing and chanting the lyrics to the thrumming beat being played. She felt none of it. Only him. His lips demanding, his tongue tasting and teasing while he sucked her lower l*p. She whimpered with need as he slid his mouth back and forth, their noses brushing hard against each other as she kissed him back as hungrily as he kissed her. She was lost in him, in this k**s, in her want.

Suddenly she felt herself pulled backwards hard and she fell into a group of people. She blinked as Magda grabbed her hand and yanked her through the throng of people. Miklos swearing and yelling at her to stop made her run faster with Magda. She saw Darya pushing past Kostas in the distance and noted her friend had their purses and was ready to run out the door.

They made it to the front entrance and a bouncer stopped them, “Mr. Laskaris has asked me to detain you.” He blocked their path.

“f**k him,” Dimi kneed the oversized brute in the balls taking him by surprise and shoved him sideways. The girls raced out of the club and into the cool air of the night.

“There’s our car,” Magda tugged them in the direction of the waiting vehicle. “It wasn’t a dance, Dimi. It was seduction. The man is s*x on legs. Why the hell did you let him k**s you? You were heading up to his office!”

“What?”

“He was backing you towards the stairs. Didn’t you even notice?” Darya asked her incredulously.

“I’m so drunk,” she wailed as they climbed into the back of the rideshare and the car pulled away from the curb. “Why is so good looking?”

“You both are screwed!” Magda yelled at them forgetting it was her not long ago who had been terrified and spewing details she never should.

“What did I do?” Darya yelled back.

“You issued the motherfucker a challenge,” Magda waved her arms at her. “Did you not hear what he said to you just before I pulled your a*s out of the booth?”

Darya looked away blushing.

Dimi swallowed hard as she refocused from her hazy recollections of the grinding, she’d been doing on the dance floor. “What did he say?”

“He said he made a mistake offering her to his little brother when he should have taken her for himself. He said he was going to rectify his mistake and she was going to be his.” Magda was sputtering furiously, “and when she told him to go f**k himself and he was living a fantasy, he told her he was going to be her fantasy every night from now until death do them part.”

“He proposed?” Dimi threw her head back and laughed.

“It’s not funny, Dimi!” Darya squealed and pinched her arm. “He called me a challenge and said if I let any other man take my virginity, he’d punish me for it. What the actual f**k?”

“I wonder what the punishment would be?” Dimi teased her.

“He didn’t look like it was a good punishment,” Magda said. “He didn’t even care I was sitting right there. Then he told me he was calling Ares himself and letting him know of our escapades tonight. As if the man has a right to know what I’m doing.”

Dimi held her hand over her mouth, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She started to cry.

“What are you crying for?” Darya pushed her. “You’re too drunk.”

“It’s all my fault. I put you in Miklos path and it put you in Kostas path and they’re going to ruin everything!” she threw her forward to her lap and sobbed pitifully.

“Kostas was already my path,” Darya stroked her back. “I was going to get him back one way or another. It’s going to happen sooner rather than later, no big deal. I can handle him.” She made a gagging noise, “I think I might be sick though. I shouldn’t have mixed the prosecco and the vodka.”

By the time they reached the beach house the three girls were in varying stages of drunken messes, and they carried each other into the house, collapsing together into the bathroom. Darya crawled into the bathtub and begged them to let her die there. Magda was laying with her face pressed to the cold tile of the floor and Dimi had her arms wrapped around the bowl of the toilet.

“We’re dying,” Dimi g*****d as she heaved into the porcelain.

“Just let me,” Darya reached up and turned the cold water of the shower on.

Magda sighed but didn’t lift her head from the floor, “you’ll drown. Turn it off.”

“He’s going to f**k me,” Darya whined as the water fell over her. “I need to forget what he said. The cold water will numb my brain.”

Dimi flushed the toilet and rested her cheek on the seat, “Miklos told me he wanted to take me upstairs to his office and practice making his son.”

The water shut off and both of her friends sat up straight. “What?”

“Then he kissed me, and I almost let him. Mags, if you hadn’t come to get me out of there, I might have practiced baby making with him.” Her words were hushed and quiet. “What is wrong with me?”

“We need to stick to the plan,” Darya pulled her sopping wet body out of the tub and wrapped herself around Dimi, pulling her head to her chest. “Tomorrow, we destroy his cars. Thursday, we fly the banner and humiliate him. As of tomorrow, he’s going to find all his clothing altered and in tatters with loose buttons. If by Friday there are no divorce papers in the works, you go to Turks and Caicos and you hide and you do what you do best. You hold his company for ransom until he gives in.”

Magda spoke, “she’s right Dimi. We’ve come too far. He’s ruthless. He is wearing you down. You deserve to have it all, Dimi. You deserve a husband who loves and adores you and will never cheat on you. You deserve kids who won’t grow up thinking it’s normal to shoot people in the head when they piss you off. You deserve a life of happiness. Do you think he can give you this?”

Dimi shook her head. “No. I’m a challenge. The minute I give in, he’s going to do what my father did to my mother. Multiple mistresses right in front of my face. He will dance with them in his clubs the way he did with me tonight, while I’m home raising his kid to be just like him.” She sniffed. “You’re both right. I need to strengthen my resolve.”

As she felt her stomach contents rising again, she prayed she had what it takes to get through it.