The Mafia's Asmara Cage

SASM - Out Cage

Exiting the residence Maximo turned out to make Samantha can breathe a sigh of relief. After passing through the pine forest, Samantha can see again the night view of the city of Los Angeles is always crowded. The limousine drove quietly on a never-quiet road, clutching with a layer of asphalt that stretched unimpeded in addition to a few red lights that blocked them.

Maximo is busy with his phone. I don't know who he's calling who obviously he's just giving some short orders and the rest he's just listening. Samantha did not understand exactly what the man was talking about. Everything is like a cipher that is not understood by the innocent mind of a Samantha.

At the very least, Samantha's little effort to cling to Maximo's life, begins to find her way. Maximo no longer restricts his communication with others in front of Samantha. He let Samantha hear what she was talking about with her interlocutor.

“Three million dollars will I send you when you can send all my orders.” That one sentence Samantha began to understand.

Samantha pretended to look out the window and began to listen properly to Maximo's conversation that seemed to be related to a transaction.

“Yes, the land is still empty. I'll rent it out.” This time it was a land issue that Maximo discussed. Dizzying, there are so many businesses that are engaged by this man. I don't know what's legal and what's not. Twenty percent of businesses in Los Angeles involve Maximo's money and many people become accomplices.

Maximo is like a king in his business empire that regulates every joint of his business wheel to be caught spinning while the people under him are moving Maximo's money.

“I don't play with stuff like that. Just give it to Wiliam, I'm not interested.” There is a new name called Maximo and makes Samantha curious. Is he Maximo's rival or business partner?

“Yes, I'll be here soon. Don't tell Moreno, I don't want him manipulating everything.” The call was stopped after the last conversation.

Maximo put his phone back in his pocket and turned to Samantha who was looking out the window. “You want to walk?” suddenly asked Maximo.

“No need to ask the impossible.” Samantha with her cynical tone of voice.

Maximo smiled faintly at Samantha's chimpanzee. She wanted Samantha in her cage, but right now she sees Samantha desperately longing for freedom.

“Stop in front.” Maximo took off his suit and put on a shirt covered in an ordinary jacket. He also wore a hat, and a mask not only for himself, but also for Samantha. One firearm he slipped on the side of his buckle. A true friend he always takes with him.

“Wear this,” Maximo hands Samantha a hat and mask.

“Not a heatwave, but a wave of attack that we should avoid. We will walk like ordinary visitors and we will meet many arrogant people and have their own motives when entering the casino,” explained Maximo who still thrust a hat and mask on Samantha. Apparently this is how Maximo works when in the outside environment. Never showed his true character.

“You're afraid people will recognize you? Hemh, it turns out you're a coward.” Samantha still insists on attaching Maximo's efforts.

“Samantha, I don't care if people see my face. After all, if I were to claim to be Maximo, people wouldn't just believe me. There are too many people claiming to be Maximo, they really like to jump my name to bully others.”

“And the people who really know me, they would never say they are dealing with me. Because they still love their work and never want to lose their source of money,” explained Maximo confidently.

Samantha doesn't chim. He stared at Maximo for a moment, this man's speech was exactly the same as what Wilson had told him. This man never hid, but the people who hid his identity. The conditions are favorable and created in a very intelligent way.

“Then why do I have to wear a mask and a hat too? I'm just a regular guy and not a mafia.” The girl was still with her high curiosity.

“To protect you. There will be people who take the opportunity after knowing who you are. They could have taken your face and had surgery to look like you. After that they will enter my life and disguise themselves as another Samantha.” Maximo's explanation sounds strange, but such a thing is very likely to be done by people who have a high obsession to destroy the mafia.

“Unfortunately if someone is disguised as me, you won't recognize him?” Like a child who had not exhausted her curiosity, Samantha continued to ask.

“Sure I will recognize him. It's just, I don't like that many women have faces like you, wear makeup similar to you or the same clothes as you.” Maximo seemed to mean it with his words.

“You are a possessive owner.” Samantha was still blabbering, but still according to what Maximo said. After he thought about it, he also did not want his face in the copy paste by the perpetrators of the crime.

Running out of words, Samantha takes the hat and mask from Maximo's hand and puts it on. Paul saw the clock in his hand. About eight minutes two people were arguing over masks and hats. Maximo was patiently willing to chim and answer every stubborn and irritating ramble of Samantha. But usually, anyone who does not agree with him and does not obey his orders, then the firearm speaks.

“It seems we will always need an extension of time,” grumbled Paul while exhaling his coarse breath. The driver next to the man smiled. Later his master became more patient than usual.

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