The Mafia's Asmara Cage

SASM - Distraction in the middle of the game

Samantha's hand tightly grasped four poker cards that she was hiding from a servant who was her opponent. His eyes were so wary as the servant got his turn to take the next card. He grew more alert when he saw the waiter smile. Looks like the servant card is good.

“Hey, come here!” Samantha called out to one of the bodyguards standing not far from her.

The bodyguard turned around and approached Samantha. “There can I help you with, miss?” ask the guard.

Samantha raised her legs until folded on the chair she was sitting on, then hid the cards behind both groins and little by little showed the cards she had, to the bodyguard.

“What is my card good?” samantha asked the man.

“Not good enough, Miss.” The guard answered what it was.

“Please your voice!” Samantha hit the bodyguard's shoulder in annoyance. He glanced at the little servant sitting in front of him and curiously looked at Samantha. Look, he's smiling.

“Don't be happy first, it's possible that I will win and that apple belongs to me.” Samantha said arrogantly. Precisely pretending to be arrogant there is a servant. Four apples belonged to the servant because he had already suffered defeat four times. Actually, he hasn't won yet.

“Sure, miss. I will join in celebrating the victory miss.” The servant had already begun to dare chiming in.

“Gosh, he mocked me. Quickly help me how to win!” Samantha pulled a part of the bodyguard's suit up to her.

“A-what should I do miss?” The guard stuttered. The distance that is too close to Samantha makes her able to see the face of Samantha who turns out to be very beautiful when viewed up close. Her eyelashes are very flat and there are deep dimples on both sides of her cheeks.

“Teach me how to calculate this number.” Samantha slightly slapped the bodyguard to focus on her poker cards.

“Ba-good miss.” Although it was slow, Samantha's slap was quite painful and made her realize. The man starts trying to focus on Samantha's cards. “Value this card ten miss.”

“Jeez, can you say it slowly? My enemies will hear it.” Samantha was instantly inflamed.

“Ma-forgive me miss.” Wrong again.

“Close.” Samantha tucked her hair behind her ear so that the bodyguard could whisper to her.

“Ehkhm!” The guard cleared his throat in nervousness. Samantha turns out to be very fragrant and she likes to smell Samantha's body.

“This card is worth ten then this black one is four. Miss has four different types of cards and this is very detrimental for miss. Miss will-“

“APA?!” Samantha said no less hard. It was that he really reflexed when answering out of shock. Lanta he turned to the origin of the voice, it was Maximo who walked over. Maximo's bodyguards immediately stood up straight and bowed withered.

“What are you guys doing?” It seemed Maximo could not accept seeing Samantha near a servant. He thought his bodyguard would tempt Samantha to dare to be that close.

“Of course playing poker and your arrival ruined it all,” Samantha replied in annoyance. He was already upset with his repeated defeat and this time in the middle of the game he was even disturbed by the arrival of Maximo. Make the servants and the guards immediately away because they realized they could not be close to Samantha.

“Stop the game first. I want to talk to you.” Maximo grabbed Samantha's hand and held her tightly.

Samantha glanced at her hand that was being held by Maximo and Maximo released it. It seemed he realized that he was about to break their agreement.

“Close with me, we should talk.” Maximo repeated his invitation.

“Cute with you?” Samantha repeated a piece of Maximo's sentence.

“Hem,” the man nodded for sure.

“Then, beg, as a guilt-redeemer because you have ruined my pleasure playing poker with the servants,” challenge Samantha while holding her sidekick. He wanted to know if Maximo would obey his will or if he would be selfish by forcing him.

“I beg you, come with me. We need to talk.” Maximo repeated his sentence in a lower tone. He looked at Samantha very seriously.

Samantha lowered her scruffy hand. He thought, Maximo really mean it with his words.

“Good.” Samantha finally agreed. He and Maximo walked to Maximo's office. I don't know what this man will say until he wants to talk alone.

During the trip to Maximo's study there was no talk. Sometimes Maximo turned to Samantha who was walking behind him and Samantha immediately turned her face when maximo found her looking at her sturdy shoulder.

Why does everything feel awkward?

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