The Mafia's Asmara Cage

SASM - Creating opportunities

Samantha's voice, which was spewing out her entrails, was heard clearly by Gerald's sharp ears. The man walked quickly to Samantha's room to check on her condition. Quite surprised when he found the woman was bowing in front of his closet. He was accompanied only by his therapist who faithfully massaged Samantha's shoulders and neck.

“Sam,” Gerald approached Samantha, but the woman immediately raised her hand and she fluttered as a form of prohibition approached Gerald.

The man closed in, allowing Samantha to spit out all the stomach contents until it was bitter. Already for a few days Samantha did not vomit in the morning, Gerald thought the period of hyperemesis of this woman had passed, but in fact still made him feel sorry for the condition of Samantha who would then be very weak.

Satisfied with removing her entire stomach, Samantha immediately drank the water given by her therapist. Gargle several times to relieve the bitter taste then use mouth freshener to reduce nausea. After feeling better, he returned to his bed with the help of a wheelchair.

“You want to eat something, Sam? Let me get you.” Gerald looks so worried about Samantha.

Samantha just shook her head while leaning her head against the support of her bed. He no longer wants anything.

“Sam, you have to fill your stomach. Even if you don't want it, your son will need it.” Gerald showed clearly his worry. Either earnestness or pretense, but it looks like Samantha can take advantage of this.

“I want to eat apples bought from the traditional market. The apple should be freshly picked and the color is not too green or too yellow.” Samantha asked seriously.

“Okey, I'll ask for my bodyguard,”

“I want you to buy it Michael.” Samantha immediately cut the man's sentence. “If you want me to stay here, then at least show your best efforts to seduce me. Don't just act up and make me sick,” continued Samantha as she mendelik.

Gerald was quite shocked by Samantha's remark, but it seemed like a reasonable condition. He wanted Samantha to stay in this house, so he would do everything he could to persuade her.

“Iya, I'll buy it. Is there anything else you want besides apples?” Gerald tried to be patient following Samantha's wishes. He was very confident that slowly this woman would be destroyed, he only needed to work harder to make this woman more touched. After all, he had to show that he could better keep Samantha in Maximo's appeal.

“I want apples harvested in the third harvest season. It cannot be more and it cannot be less. Because the apples harvested in that period taste really good. I imagined the moment I bit the apple. Slightly juicy, crunchy and, oh my gosh, my saliva just barely drips.” Samantha rubbed the corner of her lips to make Gerald smile with anxiety at the woman's behavior. That was what Samantha used to see. And he misses that Samantha, that naive Samantha and his concern is only for Gerald.

“Please, I'll buy it directly for you Sam.” Gerald rubbed Samantha's head gently.

“Yes, buy. But my request, this time please don't play intrigue with me Michael, I want to learn to trust you again. I want to call you by the name of Gerald again.” Samantha touched Gerald's heart, so that the man's eyes seemed to sparkle.

“Sure, all I will do for you.” Gerald said firmly, he felt that Samantha was giving him a chance. Perhaps it was because this woman had no other choice but to stay by his side.

“Hem, go.”

“Ya!” Gerald's so excited. He immediately moved from his place. Take the car keys and head straight to his garage. Not long after the roar of Gerald's beloved jeep engine, the man actually set out to buy an apple.

“YES!” Samantha cheered cheerfully in her heart. He had managed to make an opportunity for her to escape.

“Please, Mistress.”

Samantha immediately took over the phone from the owner's hand. He contacted Slavyk who he said was ready at any time. The idea of pretending to vomit in the morning really gives him a chance.

“Michael is gone. I want to see you soon.” That was the sound of that slightly tempting message.

“I'll be here soon. I stayed at a nearby hotel. Wait for me, Sam.” Look, the man is so excited.

“Be careful, I count on you.” Samantha added a little motivation for the man.

With a flowery heart, Slavyk immediately exited his room and headed for the car parked in front of the hotel. He stepped on the gas pedal and brake in sequence until the sound of the brake squeals was heard clearly. The car also drove quickly. He had to make the best possible use of his time to get Samantha. He was well dressed and his mouth was very fragrant, he sprayed it several times with fragrance.

Slavyk's car drove swiftly towards Gerald's residence. Every curve of the road he libas depleted at high speed. The soul of the racer who was stirring like entering his body, until not half an hour until the man arrived at Gerald's house.

“You ready?” asked Slavyk who was standing at the mouth of the door.

“Do I not look beautiful yet?” Samantha asked back, showing her smile.

“You're the best, Sam,” Slavyk said with all seriousness. He immediately took Samantha in his trunk. This girl really feels light.

“Excuse me sir, miss Samantha can't leave this house.” A guard immediately confronted Slavyk who had been holding Samantha.

“I just want to take a walk outside for a while, please don't forbid me, because I don't hesitate to complain to Michael. On my orders, he will not hesitate to smash the head of a person who likes to interfere with my pleasure.” Samantha answered him with a threat.

“True, don't make me force you to sit in Samantha's wheelchair.” Slavyk added.

“Please excuse me, miss.” That's the guard's mistress to Samantha and Slavyk. If it had anything to do with Gerald's power, what could it be?

Samantha just glared and smiled at Slavyk. “Then take me to the flower garden. Gerald must be waiting for me there.” Samantha lied a little so this guard wouldn't act.

"Sure, Sam."

"Slavyk, you're like a buffalo whipped his nose, hahahaha...." Samanthas.

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