The Mafia's Asmara Cage

SASM - Introgation

The same confusion occurred repeatedly, namely the confusion of Samantha who still could not decipher the events on the trip that had been passed with Maximo. During the bath he kept thinking of the route home from the Port. The absurd order of travel was so distracting.

Out of the shower, Samantha then put on her bath kimono. Wearing it to cover her beautiful body. He stood in front of the mirror, looking at the reflection of his face that was still slightly wet. He thought for a moment before continuing what was troubling his mind.

“Hah...” He breathed steam from his mouth until he condensed the mirror, and with his index finger he drew the route he had remembered. Picture Port, a bustling street of Los Angeles that traveled in a distance of about sixty-two kilo meters, then pine forest, rose a little into the hills after that somewhere else he passed, let alone the one he passed, because Maximo closed his window with a black coating that made him unable to see out there.

I don't know how fast the driver was driving the car, which was obviously half an hour from that they arrived at the basement of the house. Maximo took him on an elevator that stopped when he arrived at Foyer, a room inside the house, which is after the entrance and becomes a transition between the living room with a temporary waiting room for guests.

Usually Maximo's men just keep watch up there. After entering the living room and deeper rooms into the private area of this house, only a few people are allowed to enter. One of them, Paul. The Maximo confidant.

The man was so obedient to Maximo. Each of Maximo's edicts seemed to be mandatory information that he had to obey. He never opposed a Maximo in the slightest, even with just the look of his eyes or the gusts of his breath that turned violent. Samantha's vigilance increased by one, namely in the figure of Maximo's confidant. It seems he cannot take the role of Paul on the side of Maximo lightly.

Once ago, a knock at the door blew away Samantha's daydream. He immediately removed the image he made on the surface of the mirror and rushed out of the bathroom.

“Case,” Samantha's voice made loud.

“Good night, miss. Mr. Maximo asked me to call you for dinner.” A servant appeared from behind the door without daring to show his face.

Samantha looked at the woman. The maid was quite pretty with her tanned skin.

“Enter. Help me change clothes.” Samantha deliberately asked the servant to come closer. Maybe he could ask a lot of questions.

The servant nodded obediently and approached Samantha. Samantha accidentally took a black dress with a strap accent on her back that must be woven between the buttonholes. He chose the clothes in order to make the waiter linger near him.

“Please sit here, Miss,” said the waiter. Asking Samantha to sit in front of her dresser.

Samantha complied and sat straight in front of the servant. He looked at the servant's face carefully.

“Can I ask?” Samantha began her curiosity.

“Please, miss.” He answered, without lifting his face and staring at the reflection of the beautiful face of Samantha diademin.

“How long have you been working here?” Samantha continued her curiosity.

“Two years, miss.” The woman answered Samantha without hesitation.

“How can you work here?” this girl was increasingly interested in digging up more information about the people living in Maximo's cage.

“Through an agency.” The answer sounded a little doubtful.

“Agency?” Samantha denied the woman's answer. Samantha looked at her reflection.

The woman neither denied nor denied.

“No, miss. Mr. Paul who brought me into this house.”

“Yes okay, I get it. But I mean, how did you meet Maximo's people? You are certainly not a talented waitress who participated in a cooking or cleaning competition and was chosen to be her servant a mafia, right?” Kslimst Samantha was always long when she had not understood the answer she had received.

Hearing Samantha's long enough question, the woman raised her face. “I never knew I was working for a mobster. I only know that the owner of this house can provide a large salary.” The waiter sounded convinced by the answer.

“Yes, I get it. But how did you first get to know Paul?” Samantha pursed her adamant question asking to be answered.

This time the woman did not answer. He looked down again, not daring to give an answer.

“Do not be afraid, I asked as a fellow woman.” Samantha moved out of her place. He touched the servant's shoulder and grabbed her strong enough that she grimaced. Samantha stood beside the servant and slightly approached, trying to intimidate the servant.

“I want to know how you got into this house so I can think of a way out of this house.” Samantha whispered slightly in the ear of the woman beside her.

“Please don't ask me that, miss.” The woman immediately dodged and was like frightened.

“Hah, it seems like you don't want to share secrets with me. And I was very hopeful. Go first, I'll be down soon.” Samantha stopped her action temporarily. It seemed that he could not be too urgent for the people around Maximo including a servant though.

“I'm sorry if I let miss. But, in this house we are forbidden to talk about anything about our master. I hope miss can understand my options.” That sentence that the woman then said while looking down.

Samantha doesn't chim. He just smiled a little at the woman who always looked down in front of him.

“Ya, stop. I won't ask you again. I don't like to hear convoluted answers and act like you're stupid and don't understand my questions. It was just a waste of my time and patience.” Samantha said a little firmly.

The woman did not flinch. He just nodded politely and took a few steps back, giving Samantha room to prepare. Samantha went on to put her makeup on and look for another chance to interrogate this woman.