The Mafia's Asmara Cage

SASM - Breakfast full of strategy

Maximo smiled with satisfaction at the sight of his reflection. His appearance was quite different from his previous appearance. This time he looks fresher and younger although it does not eliminate the fierce impression on his character.

“This model Loose quiff sir, what do you like?” ask the man who wears a comb and scissors as a weapon in both hands.

Maximo's hair is styled with a model of the front of the hair that is deliberately made longer like bangs and volume, then combed to the side. The length of hair gradation from the side to the top also looks so neat.

“Come down your hands after you're done.” Paul was firm because from earlier the man's hand seemed too bold to hold Maximo's head.

“Good, sir. I will just comb it a little more,” said the man with a slight tremble.

“No need. I'll do it myself.” Maximo took the comb from the man's hand and combed it himself. He thinks he needs to learn.

“True sir, like that.” The gleaming man only agreed on how to comb Maximo. He noticed that this handsome face looked even more radiant. "Master, you're so handsome. Can we take a picture?" The man was fascinated by Maximo's figure.

“Paul, take care of him!” maximo's word to Paul.

Paul nodded in understanding, “Here.” He took the gleaming man out of Maximo's room. There was no photo session or anything with the handsome guy.

“Wait, I don't want to be shot dead right?” the man returned to the rug. Was he too presumptuous to ask for a picture with the mafia?

Paul did not answer. Outside Maximo's room was waiting for a bodyguard who was holding a black bag. Paul opened a bag that turned out to contain quite a lot of money. The gleaming man's eyes until round green, glare at what he saw.

Without hesitation, Paul gave the black bag to the hair stylist who was sculpting nervously.

“My master gave you this if you keep quiet until you die and never tell me anything about this place. However, my master also gave me this, to finish you off if I hear you dare to chirp.” Paul's right hand showed a weapon he pointed at the hair stylist's head.

“I-iya sir. I promise, I won't say anything and to anyone.” The man promised. His voice trembled with fear.

With an eye gesture, Paul told his subordinates to take the man away from Maximo's mansion.

Finished with his business, Paul again approached Maximo who was fully dressed and looked very gallant.

“Master, this afternoon we will check two casinos and one club that had checked by the police.” Paul's got Maximo's agenda today.

“Is Samantha out of her room?” Maximo cares more about it.

“Numbers, sir.” The man answered obediently.

Maximo did not believe it. He goes to his desk and turns on the laptop and CCTV footage that is in Samantha's room. Sure enough, the woman had just finished dressing up and wearing clothes that wrapped her body perfectly.

“Sial, she always looks more perfect than me.” Maximo muttered to himself in annoyance. He left his place, wanting to meet Samantha soon.

“We'll go to that casino tonight. Right now I want to meet someone and take him somewhere,” Maximo said and quite understandable by Paul. Who else if not Samantha.

Maximo immediately turned around and smiled slightly, intending to show off by showing his new appearance.

“How are you today?” greet Maximo. I hope that woman will greet him.

Samantha did not answer. He walked over to Maximo and smiled. “My dream is worse than the reality this morning,” said Samantha who continued her steps next to Maximo. He seemed to not care about Maximo's new appearance which is very stunning and can easily make women fall in love.

“What dream dares to tease you?” Maximo looks upset. Samantha's anxiety is much more important to note.

Samantha stopped her steps for a moment and looked at Maximo fixedly.

“Dreams of meeting you.” Samantha said with great determination. “I hope you don't get any closer to me. Fulfill those three months well, unless you want to give your life to me.” The girl continued her sentence into a threat and a cynical smile.

“What in your dreams do I look so powerful, that you feel afraid?” Maximo smiled back grinning. Hearing that he had entered Samantha's dream had made his heart rustle, he wondered what kind of dream made Samantha threaten him. Because dreams are actually visualizations of the contents of our minds.

“Very unimportant dream.” Samantha smiles wryly. The shadow of Maximo's face that last night approached her then her big palm touched her face and cupped her gently, making Samantha feel claustrophobic. Not to mention his intimidating gaze made him want to wake up immediately. The dream seemed to remind Samantha that she was facing an opponent who was not easy.

“If it is not important, I am sure you will not discuss it.” Maximo's answer is always decisive and confident.

Samantha instantly fell silent, of course the man's words were true. He wants Maximo away from his dream so that he can sleep soundly without feeling Gerald's demands that seem to force him to immediately avenge him.

Finding Samantha speechless, Maximo continued his steps towards the balcony. Breakfast place is already there. He waited for Samantha to come closer for breakfast together.

The beautiful girl continued her steps after Maximo and sat down before the manly man.

“You like to gamble?” haggle Maximo suddenly. He was already with toast on his plate and a cup of coffee next to him.

“You're taking me to bet?” Samantha immediately responded.

“Tonight come to the casino. I'll take you to have fun to forget last night's nightmares.” Maximo said as he cut his bread and then fed it slowly.

“You're not afraid I messed up?” Samantha took the bread and applied strawberry jam on it. Melted jam stuck on his finger, he accidentally licked with sensu4l while looking at Maximo. Maximo's eyes were smiling at him, full of interest.

“I like to control troublemakers,” timpal Maximo while leaning his body and whispering a little to Samantha. Samantha immediately turned her head, making their faces face face a very close distance until their noses almost intersected.

“Good. I'll come with.” Samantha responded and smiled. Not forgetting he touched the tip of his nose to Maximo who immediately pulled his body away from Samantha. His feelings suddenly did not rue. Samantha always manages to make him uneasy, as if she knows best how to hold Maximo's heart and play it.

In his heart he hoped, by going out he would find an opportunity to contact Wilson or Alicia.

Samantha, did you not see Maximo's red face?

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