The Mafia's Asmara Cage

SASM - Sudden service

This morning, Maximo was tidying up his appearance and pecking himself in front of a large mirror, which reflected the full image of his figure from foot to head. He was still buttoning one by one the gray-colored shirt glasses attached to his sturdy and altetic body, while watching his reflection with a beautiful face and a charming figure.

Although Maximo is a mobster, there are no significant injuries on his body. In addition to the incision scar on the back of his hand which he deliberately cut with a tattoo with a dagger. This tattoo will remind him of the difficult times that made him survive until this point.

He also noticed his face which he felt was pretty cool to watch. Rivers of masculine face, sturdy jaw, a pair of thick eyebrows, round eyes containing a lot of firmness and horror, a big nose and charming lips especially when grinning ferociously. He is too physically perfect. Isn't that what makes every woman unable to resist her charm?

“What is less with me? Why would Samantha want to kill me? Does he not love that one day he loses this very handsome face?” Maximo asked himself. He rubbed his chin which was overgrown with fine hair and a little rough.

Every woman who met him would have happily given up her life and death in Maximo's hands. Imagining Maximo's figure alone made his lower abdominal cavity vibrate especially when this man touched it. Yes, every woman Maximo meets, only her back is touched. Then he asked the woman to leave. It was as if this man was looking for something on the backs of the women who came to him.

“What because my face is cold?” maximo's thoughts are linked to Samantha's rejection. He grinned trying to laugh out loud. “Or my smile is less charming?” this time he sat in front of the glass while looking at his figure which was actually very perfect.

“Hah, I'm perfect. He alone is blind.” Maximo snorted annoyedly and rubbed his hair that was neat and always combed back.

“What does my hair look like too classic?” this time he thought about it. He tried to shuffle his hair, some hair fell on his forehead and blew it lazily.

“PAUL!” call Maximo to his confidant.

“Ya, sir.” Paul immediately went into his master's room.

“Try to notice, is my haircut too classic?” he asked seriously.

Paul watches his young master from a mirror that reflects Maximo's reflection. “What makes you think so?” the man confused himself with his master's question. It was not usual for Maximo to ask such a thing.

“Someone made me not confident. It's so hard to get him to bend his knees in front of me.” He was annoyed at her annoying face. Highlight his eyes are too sharp and his jaw shape is too firm plus his hair is too dry.

“Who would dare refuse to bend his knees before the master? Need me to chop off his head?” Paul was angry.

“Take your mouth Paul! You shouldn't talk like that!” Maximo was immediately inflamed. He looked at his confidants with annoyance. His gaze was very sharp.

“Don't behead him, just a little bit you dare to touch the surface of his skin, your head that I cut off.” The man said with annoyance.

“I'm sorry, mr.” Paul was immediately bowed, not daring to look into Maximo's eyes which always made him feel weak.

Looking at Paul who was looking down in fear, Maximo looked back at his face in the mirror. He stood up straight, watching his sturdy right and left arms also rub his own chest that was plane.

“It looks like my problem is indeed in a hairdo that is too classic. Bring a hair stylist to tidy up my hair.” He asked directly for it.

“Good, sir. What time does he have to come?”

“Now, before Samantha wakes up and sees me this morning!” maximo firmly while looking at Paul from the reflection of the glass. From his expression it was clear that his master was unwilling to hear the rejection.

Paul, who had been bowed down, now lifted his face and looked at Maximo in disbelief. Is this mistrust of her master really because of Samantha?

“Good sir. I will soon call a hair stylist.” There is no other choice but to accept it. Paul immediately came out of Maximo's room, which was still staring at him in front of the mirror. Shake her hair left and right, looking for a hairstyle that she thinks is the most suitable and not too classic.

Before looking for a hair stylist, Paul met the waiter in front of Samantha's room and waited for the young lady to wake up. “Don't let him out of the room before the big lord comes out first from his room.” The man gave the servant orders.

“Good, sir.” The servant nodded obediently while thinking, what should he do to forbid Samantha from coming out of her room.

Paul is really plagued by Maximo's ego. He was looking for a hair stylist who might be suitable for his big master. He went to the salons that put photos of the best hair models and priced expensive for his service. He always believed there was money, there was quality.

After finding the most expensive, Paul went into a salon and put his gun on a male hair stylist until he was frightened. The man with the gelatinous mentality immediately raised his hand into the air, as if he knew there was a danger in his presence.

“Cute with me!” tell Paul that with a threat.

“Ba-good sir.” The gleaming man could only obey while raising both his hands in the air. Maybe afraid of being shot. He was forced by Paul into the car with his eyes covered by a black cloth. He would take this man to meet his master and style Maximo's hair. Paul's car drove very fast because he knew that his master didn't like to wait.

A different atmosphere occurred in Samantha's room.

“Why did you suddenly ask me to stretch?” Samantha stared uncomprehendingly at the maid who had entered her room and brought her an outstretch.

“For your body fresh, miss.” The waiter reasoned. “Please be here, miss.” The maid opened the bathroom door to Samantha and asked the girl to enter.

“I did not ask for it,” muttered Samantha, but still according to although in fact she was confused. He's not going anywhere, why run? Fortunately, he did not do it himself so he did not refuse much.

Samantha went inside the bath tube and the servant began to smear Samantha's body with a scrub. He rubbed the surface of Samantha's skin with a thick cream that is slightly rough to remove dead skin cells on her body. Although confused, but gradually Samantha began to enjoy it. Especially when the back and shoulders are treated. While in the hall, he was also gently massaged. Samantha closed her eyes with every rub and massage on her body.

“How many waiters live in this house?” Samantha asked without opening her eyes.

“There are six, miss.” The waiter answered honestly.

“What can all massage?” Samantha curious.

“No miss, just me and one other colleague of mine.”

Samantha nodded in understanding. He still closed his eyes enjoying every touch that so spoiled his body.

An hour passed, Samantha just finished scrubbing. After that he soaked in the bath tube with aromatherapy fragrance that is so refreshing. Just this time he was enjoying life in Maximo's cage. He was so spoiled with all the facilities and services of the mafia. He even got an expensive wine that was currently accompanying him to soak. One sip, I don't know how many dollars went into his stomach.

"Wait, is it after being spoiled like this that I'll be shot dead?" Samantha's face turned tense.

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