The Mafia's Asmara Cage

SASM - Helper

A man's eyes seemed especially sparkling as he sat opposite a Samantha in a fancy restaurant to enjoy his lunch. The dream that came true, made his smile endlessly unfold, complete with the turmoil of feelings that continued to rumble in his chest cavity. Kidnapping Samantha turned out to be something fun. Full of tension and more tense appeal must make illegal drug shipments supervised by government agents.

All the tension from the moment he decided to pick Samantha up to successfully get away from the Gerald residence, like paid off as he sat down at a table with the woman who had been his dream for a long time.

“Waw, you look so beautiful, Sam,” said the man with admiration. The woman looks beautiful wearing a simple dress, but looks classy and elegant when worn by Samantha. The dress was the one she chose when shopping at the boutique.

“You picked the right shirt for me, thank you.” Samantha praised the man so much that he made the man's nose flattened.

“I don't do much. I just did what I was supposed to do. Thank you for keeping your promise to buy me lunch. It means a lot, Sam.” Slavyk expressed his feelings with great earnestness.

“No problem, I'm just trying to keep my promise. But Mr Slavyk, don't you think it's dangerous for you? Michael's probably gonna be so mad at you for taking me out of his house. What will you explain later?” Samantha tries to test Slavyk.

“It doesn't matter if he's angry with me. After all, he's been the one who needed me all along. Even if he was angry, he wouldn't dare to do anything to me. Maybe it was just a duel between men. He's still lucky Sam, because I didn't think to kidnap you forever.” Slavyk is so light.

“Hahahaha. I'd be so lucky we could be friends, Slavyk. Oh sorry, can I call you with that kind of call?”

“Sure no problem. I'm glad we sound familiar. Can I cut the steak?” slavyk with all his heart.

“No need thank you. Please don't make me look weak and dependent on others.” Samantha gave a refusal. Because he once depended on someone and it turns out that person disappointed him.

“Oh yes, sorry, I didn't mean it that way.” Slavyk looks guilty.

“No problem. By the way, since when did you know Michael? And how did you get acquainted?” Samantha tries to dig deeper than Slavyk. Maybe this is useful.

“Emmm, I met Michael one year ago. He was deported by the Russian government for using a false identity. I don't know what the reason is, which obviously makes him unable to travel abroad. I helped him then and we talked quite a lot. Until I finally found out that Michael and I worked in the same world. Since then we have worked together on many things, especially medicine.” Slavyk said it plainly.

“What medicine did he buy and for what?” Samantha's getting curious. He continued to cut his steak. For him it is more interesting to listen to the Slavyk story while supporting his chin with two hands intertwined.

“For resale. He is famous as a distributor. Yesterday he bought me the latest medicine. I'm really worried that he's using it on you, Sam. Because the drug can paralyze your body, similar to the tricyclon you once got the antidote at auction. It's just that the drug gives the effect of dependence because it soothes.”

Samantha is stunned to hear Slavyk's story that looks honest. I don't know what the purpose of this man is to tell this kind of thing. Either because he's comfortable talking to Samantha or just trying to make Samantha hate Gerald. If it means that, Samantha already hates Gerald.

“No, I don't think he did. My leg was paralyzed by pain. That's it.” Samantha tried to dismiss the allegations.

“Ya, hopefully. My advice, don't trust Michael too much, I think he has a lot of dangerous secrets.” Slavyk tried to remind.

“Ya, thank you for being reminded.” Samantha responded casually.

As the phone rang out loud, it belonged to Slavyk. “She's long life,” Slavyk said with a slanted smile. Looks like Gerald contacted him.

“Please answer,” says Samantha. He was also curious about the conversation between the two men.

The man had just returned from the traditional market to look for apples that fit the orders of Samantha, a ripe apple that was obtained from the third harvest. The water should not be too much, the skin should not be too green or too yellow. Must be difficult, right? Samantha gave a small smile for the effort to work on it.

“Calm down Michael, I just took him for a walk. She complains of being bored constantly being in your house.” Slavyk is good at reasoning. With a flirt he winked at Samantha.

“Yes, of course. No need to catch up with me. I will return it, until he himself asks me to deliver it to me.” That was the last sentence Slavyk said to Gerald. Not long after the call was interrupted and Slavyk just smiled a little.

“Do you promise to drive me home?” Samantha asked curiously.

“Yes, he forced. He said he'd blow my head off if I didn't give you back.” Slavyk said with annoyance. He wanted to spend more time with Samantha.

“Do you not intend to blow his head off first? Maybe I can take longer with you,” Samantha tried to seduce.

“You don't want to go home?” Slavyk looks enthusiastic.

Samantha shook her head with a smile etched on her lips. He looked at Slavyk expectantly. "Can't you?" tanyakanya.

“Sial!” the man looked agitated. Between having to fulfill her promise to return Samantha or having to fulfill this girl's request.

“She will definitely do it again tonight. My weak body is in pain and hard to wake up. That male power really shuts me down.” Samantha started acting rubbing her sensu4l neck, then went down to the chest, as if showing Gerald's way of touching her.

“Fuck, is he that mean to you?” Look, the man is hooked.

Samantha nodded softly with a clear face. Without a second thought, Slavyk immediately contacted his men. “Provide one safe hotel and monitor Michael's movements. I don't want to meet that guy.” The man immediately gave the order resolutely and briefly.

“You did this for me? Aren't you going to regret it?” samantha asked with a face made up. This woman plays her mimic.

“Sure, I'll do everything for you, Sam.” Slavyk held Samantha's hand on the table. His hand was very tight.

“Thank you very much Slavyk. You are my best friend,” said Samantha.

“No problem, Sam. Relax, you don't have to go home. We'll hide in a safe place, until I clear the man.” Slavyk was so earnest with his words, that Samantha smiled.

“Samantha?” a voice suddenly sounded from the man standing behind Slavyk.

Samantha was stunned and immediately let go of Slavyk's hand. Since when was that guy here?

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