The Mafia's Asmara Cage

SASM - The impossible quest

In a different place, Maximo just finished conquering a cliff that became his rival this afternoon. His erratic thoughts about Samantha, need a diversion. He deliberately did rock climbing, one of the extreme sports that he liked besides skydiving. This guy really likes sports that challenge his adrenaline.

Only wearing a thin shirt and shorts attached to his body, Maximo looked panting, feeling tired. Sweat dripping wet his athletic body, making the thin clothes stick perfectly in his body, become an integral part and make his body s3ksi.

His face looked red with hair that was soaked with sweat. While walking he took off the straps on his body as well as gloves that he used as a base to hold. His hand was already red-red from grasping the stone of the pedestal firmly. It seemed like new blood was flowing back filling the person's extremities.

The faithful Paul accompanied his master, giving Maximo a bottle of water. The man accepted it and opened the bottle cover with one hand while looking at the cliff he had conquered. “Find a guy named Gerald for me.” That order Maximo suddenly gave to his confidants.

“Gerald?” Paul repeated the name and Maximo seemed to nod.

“She's a bully. I need to know who that guy really is.” Maximo sat on one of the benches with his legs spread straight while looking around him.

“Gerald who are you referring to? What is a mafia?” Paul pursues Maximo's orders. The name Gerald throughout Los Angeles is certainly not just one. Not necessarily, the man is from Los Angeles. It could have come from another country or city. The clues he had were not enough.

“Your job is to find out it.” Maximo is reluctant to think because half of his mind is already filled with Samantha.

Paul nodded in understanding, it seemed like Maximo knew nothing about the man other than a surname without a clan. “Sorry sir, with whom is the man connected? Have you ever met him?” Paul had no choice but to ask Maximo.

“He's bothering Samantha. But it looks like the man is dead. Damnit damnit! How could I possibly have to deal with the dead? Moreover, he's part of Samantha's life that gives her a deep impression.” Maximo upset himself when remembering how soft len9uhan Samanta when calling the name.

Paul began to understand, apparently what makes Maximo upset all day is because of a man named Gerald.

While waiting for Paul, Maximo checked the CCTV camera in his house. He wanted to know what Samantha was doing. His hands nimblely checked every point of CCTV cameras installed. The first camera he checked was a camera in Samantha's room. He did not see Samantha writhing in the room. Then he moved to another room, but Samantha was still not seen.

“Where did that woman go?” Maximo begins to get annoyed and worried because he has six rooms that he checked but Samantha has not been seen. He decides to check CCTV outside the house, worried that Samantha is running away because there is no guard.

Instantly, her smile instantly rose as she saw Samantha swimming in the pool. The shadow of his body was visible under the water of the pool which was bluish again clear. His feet were faintly moving in the water, creating a water foam that was only a few feet deep.

Maximo zooms in on the image, breaking slightly but Samantha's shadow is clearly visible. An interesting sight because you can see the mysterious figure of Samantha lying on the bench in front of the pool while sunbathing. The swimming session is over and still wearing b1kini. Sometimes the woman sipped her drink and closed her eyes like she wanted to fall asleep.

“Stupid, how about he get the flu? It's the eve of winter and she's only wearing minimal clothes.” Maximo was worried. He also saw the guards watching their young lady.

“We're home!” he said as he moved from his place. Upset to see Samantha become a tintonan employees.

“Good sir.” Paul could only obey. He had just begun his search for a man named Gerald.

"There are two thousand and six hundred Gerlds in Los Angeles. Gerald, where do you mean?" Paul muttered to himself, annoyed at the young lady who had managed to tie his great master's neck.

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