Divorcing Her Mafia Family
Chapter 51

They stood near the entrance of the abandoned strip club and Dimitra looked around. “The angle of the marquee would be down the street there. Has to be one of those buildings.” She nodded in the direction of the old building. She pulled the two men backwards at the sight of a woman coming out of a building shaking her head angrily, “that’s Theresa or Kelly or whatever the f**k her name is.”

“Something has her riled up.”

“Let’s go find out what it is.” Dimitra hissed angrily.

“We need to scope out the building better first.”

“Where are the rest of our team?” Dimitra asked furiously.

“On their way. We have six more coming.” Ajax commented and looked to his phone.

They made their way cautiously down the street being careful not to be seen and approached the side of the building through the narrow alley. Ajax disappeared around back to see if he could find a rear entrance and Jonas snuck peeks through windows.

Dimitra made a split-second decision and walked out of the alleyway and right through the front door of the old building. She noted the echoes of two men yelling furiously and followed the bellows down a flight of stairs near the rear of the building. She grinned as Jonas met her eyes through a side window, his eyes huge as he realized she had just walked into the building. She almost skipped down the stairs with delight at his clear frustration.

She noted Miklos tied to a chair in the middle of the room and Frye and Hipple squared off in front of him arguing furiously. Two other men were standing off to the side as if unsure what to do. Miklos was whistling and staring up at the ceiling. She almost laughed aloud as she heard the tune he was whistling. He really had a thing for the two thousands she considered as she realized Seven Nation Army was now going to be stuck in her head for the rest of the day. He was planning to go to war.

“Would you shut the f**k up!” Frye screamed at him suddenly and moved to strike him

She let out a low whistle and caught everyone’s attention. Miklos eyes snapped to hers and first he looked panicked and then he grinned when she winked at him. She caught movement in the basement window and knew Ajax was watching.

“My wife has joined our party,” he said with a wide smirk. “Agape mou, would you believe Agent Frye of the FBI thinks you’re afraid of your own family?”

A man on the side of the room drew his weapon and started to move quickly at her. She pulled her weapon and fired without even looking twice in his direction, taking out his knee. “I’m afraid of nobody.”

The man screamed and dropped to the floor and another man raced to him. Frye and Hipple charged at her, and she leveled her gun straight at Frye’s head, as she pulled a second gun from her waistband and pointed at Hipple. Anyone with training would know she knew what she was doing and both men froze.

“Try me you psychopathic motherfucker.” The cold delivery of her words making both men stop where they stood. “Why are you stalking me Frye?”

“I’m not stalking you. You’re under investigation for espionage and treason. We know you hack our systems. You’re in there all the time.”

“Prove it.” She didn’t lower the weapons.

“Your family are all crooks.”

“My family are saints,” she made wide eyes at him. She adjusted her weapon towards Hipple, “dude don’t think I don’t see you inching this way. Give me a reason.” She leaned sideways toward the man moaning on the floor, “can you shut him up?”

Miklos chuckled, “My little wife, my d**k is getting hard watching you. You’re very sexy.”

“You had us worried, my old husband. You couldn’t even get yourself out of a chair with four men?” she mocked him.

“They have a female accomplice. I was worried she was too close to you.”

“Ah, did you know her name isn’t really Theresa? She also came to Puerto Vallarta to get away from an annoying husband s***h business partner.” She shot a knowing look at Hipple.

“I told you she was in our system,” Frye motioned frantically at her as Hipple stared incredulously.

“No, I’m not. I killed her outside ten minutes ago. She told me to tell her ex-husband she never really loved him.”

“You killed her?” Hipple’s voice was hoarse.

“She didn’t kill her,” Frye said with a shake of his head. “Have you heard nothing of what I’ve said? She’s a computer programmer and an innocent. She left her family because she’s terrified of them. They had her do one job for them and she was so bothered by the ramifications she even left the country for a while. Our forensic psychologist is confident she’s trapped as a mafia princess and wants out. We can keep you safe, Dimitra. We just want to know where the list is, and you will have a job and a family to protect you far better than Laskaris can.”

“Do you believe this horseshit?” Miklos leaned sideways and looked at Hipple. “I would bet the forensic psych didn’t even interview her personally. My love, you should untie me.”

“I’m in the middle of something, Miklos. Can’t you get yourself out of the chair?”

“I don’t know. I think I need you to rescue me. I’m feeling very vulnerable.” He was laughing now.

“My love, speaking of vulnerable, did you know Agent Hipple here was suspended for putting a man accused of s****l assault on the payroll of the FBI just to make him a mole in your club? He is actually the guy who illegally and without approval planted the informant in your club.”

“This was classified.”

“Was it?” she mocked Agent Hipple. “It’s not anymore.”

“I told you; she is in our systems. She’s been in our system for years.” He glared at her, “treasonous. You put the lives of our agents in jeopardy.”

“Frye, I have not been in your systems. You keep thinking I’m there, but you have a terrible overactive imagination.”

“You have the list.” Hipple accused her again.

She c****d her head to one side and then looked back to Frye who was glaring at Hipple. “Is this really what this has been about for the last four years?” She looked to Miklos, “the government accused me of stealing a list of the names of undercover agents.”

“The list was taken and one of our agents got killed.” He looked to Miklos. “One of our agents working on your case died.”

Dimitra threw her head back and laughed loudly and then fired the weapon at Hipple’s feet when he started to move and stopped laughing. “Don’t be stupid Hipple. Did Frye actually suck you into his conspiracy theory?”

“He has the proof,” Hipple glared at her. “The man who was killed was my friend. You stole the list and gave it to your husband, and he had our agent murdered.”

She shook her head, “Hipple, there’s one little problem with his theory.”

“Is this where you insist you didn’t steal the list?”

“No. The forensic psych report he likes to tout really is from a woman who never even interviewed me personally.” she laughed lowly, “Hipple, this is where I tell you until last week, I hadn’t seen or spoken to my husband in almost five years. Frye, when you took me to detention, did my husband send a legal team to get me?”

Frye stared at her angrily.

“Nobody came for me, Hipple. Why would I steal information and give it to people who left me to rot in FBI holdings?”

“You were released.”

She could see Hipple’s cogs turning, “I was released because my professor in business law contacted her friends who work in civil rights, and they got me released. There was never, not a single tiny iota of evidence to support I was anywhere near the FBI systems. In fact, the only information gathered to arrest me, Agent Hipple, was based on an accusation of a man who I had publicly refused to sleep with. He tried to set me up because I humiliated him in front of a hundred people when he made a grand gesture of asking me out from the balcony in the middle of a huge party. He got mocked for months when I laughed and said no. He is actually employed as an ethical hacker. He wanted to get me back and so he fingered me for activity linked to him. He was more likely to hack the government than I. I’m a computer programmer. I make banking apps. He is literally hired for major corporations to hack them. Yet, I’m the one who got arrested because I turned him down and embarrassed him.”

“Is this true?” he looked to Frye, “did you have no actual evidence against her?”

“He had my name which he erroneously connected to criminal activity which has never been proven and the accusation of a man I publicly embarrassed. Three days in his holdings and I didn’t confess to a damn thing, and do you know why? Because I didn’t do anything.” She answered for Frye smugly.

She watched as Hipple turned to face Frye.

“Did you base your entire last four years of investigation on the word of a jilted want to be lover and a forensic report of a woman who never even sat down with her?”

“It was too coincidental,” Frye argued. “Twenty-four hours after the list was gone, Donovan was dead, last seen in his Miami club.”

Miklos started laughing loudly making all heads turn in his direction, “holy s**t, is all of this over Agent Donovan?”

They all looked to see where Miklos was getting himself out of the chair with relative ease. When she c****d an eyebrow at him, he grinned, “I wanted to see if you’d come.”

“I always come for you,” he didn’t miss the double-entendre and he rudely adjusted himself in her direction earning a chuckle from his wife.

“Later baby,” she winked

“You murdered him.” Hipple threw at Miklos.

“Donovan isn’t dead.” Miklos threw his head back and laughed loudly. Miklos walked to the two men, one who was trying to stop the bleeding of the other. “Weapons now.” The men didn’t even hesitate to hand them over at his cold tone.

“He is dead. Identified in Miami after leaving your club where he was working as an informant as the only passenger in a car with cut brake lines.” Hipple was spitting with fury

“This is too funny. Donovan is in Crete. He’s running my club in Crete.”

Hipple froze, “he was my best friend. I would know if he was alive.”

“He was f*****g your wife,” Miklos laughed loudly at the man’s sputtering. “She threatened to tell you. He said he couldn’t face you. He was in my club in Miami, drunk out of his mind sobbing about how you had changed so much into a dirty cop he couldn’t deal with it anymore. He couldn’t keep it up. He begged me to get him out the country. He paid a guy off at the morgue to use a John Doe as his body in a car accident. He even set up the accident himself. I provided transport out of the country to Crete. He started working behind the bar. He’s now running the place. The organizational skills needed as an agent proved invaluable to run a club. He’s great.” He gave a shake of his head to Dimitra, “I’m sorry my love, it seems all of this is my fault. Had I known they had their knickers twisted because they thought I killed Donovan based on a list they believed you had, I’d have made him come home to clear your name.”

“Lies!” Frye screamed.

“Not lies.” Miklos shrugged and continued whistling Seven Nation Army. He casually took a seat again in a chair and kicked his long legs out. “Since you’ve been harassing my wife, I’m going to let her decide what we do with you.”

“We could offer them passage back to the US and they could fall off the yacht in little pieces.” She said with a twist of her lips.

“I don’t want them on my boat. My boat is not anything I would ever taint with such filth. Did you know the name of the yacht?” When she shook her head he grinned, “The Dionisia. She is pure and sweet.”

“Aw, my middle name. And here I thought all this time you didn’t care.” She chuckled at his frown. “Ajax and I already devised what we would do with these yahoos, though I might have jumped the gun a bit so perhaps part of the plan isn’t enacted as it should have been.” She smiled at him warmly, “I was worried about you and couldn’t wait any longer to see if you were safe.”

Ajax, Jonas and five men entered the room with their guns drawn and shoved Theresa, aka Kelly to the floor in front of the men.

“You bastard!” Theresa spat at Miklos from the floor. “You murderous bastard!”

Dimitra started laughing loudly, “Kelly, weren’t you and Agent Hipple married? Didn’t you take this DEA liaison post when your marriage fell apart? Ajax, she thinks I leaked the name of her lover to Miklos and Miklos killed him. Why do the feds think my family so evil? We are good people. We would never do such things.”

Miklos sighed, “Ajax, call Donny please?”

Ajax did as his boss instructed, “Donny, it’s Ajax. I’m with Miklos and we’re in a bit of a pickle. It seems Miklos’ wife Dimitra has been accused of arranging your murder.”

“My murder? s**t they still didn’t figure out it wasn’t me in the car?” Donovan’s laugh was loud. The man’s voice was very identifiable, and Dimitra almost giggled at the really deep baritone of it. No wonder Kelly chased him. It was sexy.

“Donny, would you care to tell Agent Hipple you are alive and well?” Miklos called out with a laugh. “There’s also an agent Kelly here too.”

“I’m not coming back, Miklos.” Donovan spoke loudly for the room to hear.

“My friend, my club wouldn’t run without you, and your wife and new baby would be miserable if I brought you back here. You are to stay right where you are, I simply need to clear my wife’s name.”

Kelly shrieked, “you have a kid? You made me get an abortion and you have a kid with someone else?”

“What can I say? I didn’t think you were mother material.” Donovan’s voice was dry.

“He got you pregnant?” Hipple screamed furiously. He lunged at her, but Jonas blocked him and pushed him to his a*s to the floor.

“Ouch,” Dimitra grimaced at the drama unfolding. “I’m strangely uncomfortable. My family never has this kind of drama.” Frye glowered at her.

“Boss, I’ll send a signed declaration of facts to my old boss at the FBI and let them know I’m alive and well. Will it suffice for you?”

“Yes. Actually, read it on video so they know it’s really you.”

“For the record, Hipple, I loved you like a brother, but you wanted to take down a crime boss so bad you went after a good guy. You changed. You wanted the big arrest, but you were off base. Laskaris runs a tight ship with his clubs. There was nothing dirty going on. You wanted me to plant evidence to get him and I couldn’t do it. Between your wife telling me she was pregnant with my kid and you wanting me to be a dirty cop, I needed out. Miklos arranged for me to have a life in Greece, and I went running toward it and away from you. The bureau was full of dirty cops who would do anything to get their man, including set a good man up. It wasn’t what I signed up for.” Donovan gave a sigh, “I have to get back to work. Miklos, I’ll send the affidavit and video before end of shift.”

“Thanks, my friend. K**s the baby for me,” Miklos motioned to one of his guys to help the agent with the bleeding leg. “He pulled a weapon on Dimitra, and she fired in self-defence.”

“I know, I recorded it. Got there just in time,” Ajax gave her a pointed look letting her know he was annoyed she moved too fast. He motioned to a small window to the opposite of Dimi. “I have it all on my phone. I called the cops too. Let them know my boss, a billionaire businessman had been kidnapped by four men and one woman and they lured his billionaire wife here. The men were extorting them for her newly acquired wealth since it made front page news last week. We are their personal security team and we got here just as she came down the stairs. The bag of money she was carrying to pay off the kidnappers has been collected and taken back. We have the men in custody and would like to turn them over. I might have mentioned, they were all FBI agents. The cop was really excited about arresting dirty American federal agents.”

Jonas wiggled the backpack bag with the laptop in it. “It’s weird how rich people just carry cash with them.”

“You can’t set us up like this!” Kelly started to protest, screaming at them. “They told me you killed Donovan. I only went along with it because they said it was he who had him killed. I’m sorry. You can’t do this!”

“We already have,” Jonas started walking away with the bag. “Boss, you and Miklos will need to give statements.”

“You’re calling her boss, now?” Miklos asked Jonas.

“She earned it,” Jonas shot her a grin. “I have lots of stuff to show you later though.” He winked at Dimitra’s scowl as he walked backwards pointing at her, “eight god damned years.”

“I’m taking her clubbing!” she yelled at him with a grin as he disappeared up the stairs. She looked to Miklos, “Sienna is in LA. I didn’t tell him yet but she’s there to stay. She took a teaching assignment. We need to move her mom from Boston.”

“Consider it done,” he got out of his chair and hugged her tight. “Are you okay?”

“I’ve been better.” She admitted as she rested her head on his shoulder and he took the guns from her and passed it to Ajax. She looked around the room, “can we get out of here? I really just want to go home now.”

“You want to go home now?”

“Can we take the yacht and just go slow?”

“You can’t go until you give police statements,” Ajax spoke lowly as his crew got the alleged kidnappers tied up. “Dimitra, I did send a guy to the rooms to collect your stuff as you asked since clearly you don’t want to stay in an FBI run enclave. They got your laptop and equipment from your hiding space and packed up your clothes. Miklos, was there anything hidden in your room Kelly didn’t find when she searched it?”

“No. I travelled light. All I need is right here.” He kept Dimitra close to her.

Ajax shook his head, “never thought I’d see the day you were such a f*****g sap but then I watched her inflict pain on a man earlier and I admit, I would not cross her.”

“Miklos, I’m afraid I’ve won over your security team, and they will be torn between tattling when I’m up to something or having my back.”

“What did you do?”

“Jonas has video and photographs. I can’t wait for you to watch them,” Ajax slapped his back with a big grin. “And Christos and the guys we use for tech stuff are itching to pick her brain.”

“The cops are here,” one of the guys called out interrupting his praise.

Dimi made a face, but Ajax laughed.

“I called in a favor from Kostas. He has several cops and a prosecutor here on his payroll. Don’t worry about it. They’ll take your statements legally to make it official but they’re looking forward to taking down a DEA affiliated agent.”

“I can’t believe Miklos thought the angry shrew and her doormat were FBI but didn’t suspect the overly cheerful landlord,” Dimitra grunted with annoyance as her husband kissed her temple mockingly.

“I’m just happy you came to rescue me,” he nuzzled her playfully. “The way a boss of a family does for her people.”

She turned to face him, “what was it Hipple showed you on his phone to make you go with him?”

“I know now it was the woman, but someone had a gun pointed at you while you slept this morning. She must have snuck in with her key, took the photo and left.”

“She came back to the room and told me your room had been trashed. She wanted me out of mine. When I left the enclave, she probably had them toss my room too.”

“What do you think they wanted?”

“My laptop and electronics,” she grinned. “They didn’t find them.”

“Where did you hide them?”

“First thing I did when I arrived on Friday was lift a floor panel in the bottom kitchen cabinets. I hid my stuff before I left this morning.”

He looked to Ajax beaming, “do you see how clever my wife is?”

A swarm of police entered the basement guns drawn and they all put their hands up. One man immediately walked to Miklos and extended his hand. “Mr. Laskaris, I hope you are okay. Nobody did any real harm to you?”

“No, but one of them had a photo on their phone of a gun held to my wife’s head while she slept. I was absolutely terrified,” he pointed to Hipple. “He has his phone in his back pocket. I believe his wife,” he pointed to Kelly, “is the one who took the photo. She was the landlord of the enclave we were staying at.”

One of the officers ordered Hipple to unlock his phone at Miklos words and when he refused, he told him he wasn’t in America anymore and one less man in the jail cell wouldn’t be an issue, pulling his weapon to Hipple’s’ head. The man complied suddenly. “There are photos of Mr. Laskaris arriving at the airport. This was absolutely premeditated. The prosecutor will have a field day.”

“That was an illegal search of my phone, and we have an extradition treaty,” Hipple said smugly.

Ajax and Dimitra exchanged a knowing grin and Miklos caught it. When the head officer moved away from them after saying he would have one of his men take a written statement, he nudged them. “What was that?” he whispered.

Ajax kept his voice low for Miklos, “Dimitra sent an email from Hipple’s account to every manager, supervisor and director in the FBI showing them kidnapping you along with all the emails where they talk about setting you up and the plan to make Dimitra confess to leaking names of undercover agents to you under duress. Frye really painted her as a trapped woman, and he planned to help her escape by forcing her to work under Frye’s cyber-ops unit. Right now, the entire organization is trying to figure out how to save their asses. They won’t be bringing them home.”

Dimitra couldn’t help her smirk at Miklos’ wide-eyed stare. “They went after my family. Nobody goes after my family except me. Only I’m allowed to f**k with you and make you nuts. Nobody else.”

He gave a loud laugh at her words and hugged her tight to his chest rocking her back and forth. “I love you, agape mou. Let’s finish this and go home.”