The Mafia's Asmara Cage

SASM - Golf

The green golf course, it was quite refreshing to the eyes of Samantha who too often saw the gray and black walls in the residence Maximo. The vast area is indeed uneven, there are several waves of bookkeeping that become a real challenge for Samantha.

The mafia really obeyed Samantha's desire to walk around just unwind. He is also happy to be Samantha's tutor in golf. An expensive sport that is usually only played by certain circles one of them among Maximo.

This golf event is actually the packaging of an important meeting Maximo with some of his colleagues. They are both mafia and so far their relationship is going well.

Currently, Maximo's associates are waiting in an open space that is only covered by large white umbrellas. The free air greeted them freely while enjoying the wine in their respective glass.

Maximo himself is still busy teaching Samantha how to play golf. If it has been related to this woman, then Maximo will always prioritize it. It doesn't matter if someone else is waiting, as long as it's not Samantha.

In front of a golf ball Samantha stood. That small, white, hard ball, was quite attractive to him. His posture he made plans to follow the direction of Maximo. A little bowed while Maximo hugged her from behind and her sturdy hands embraced Samantha's hands. The skin looks contrasting, white and brownish, but it is very harmonious when combined. Maximo's head was on the right side of Samantha's head at a very close distance. He was in the middle of setting the swing stick when hit on the small ball.

“Wait a minute, anyone brought a marker?” Samantha paused her action by asking the Maximo she had obtained.

“For what?” Maximo frowned curiously.

“I want to write something here. As a marker that this golf ball is ours because it's a lucky ball." Samantha gave a reason.

Maximo just smiled with the contents of Samantha's head, he no longer protested, but immediately gave Paul a code to find a marker or the like. Paul runs to the meeting table to look for markers.

“What is Maximo still long dealing with his woman?” a man asked Paul.

“I can't determine. We can only be patient. Anyone have a marker?” Paul replied with gasps as he ran from the field to the meeting place, although it was still an open area.

“Wear this and immediately tell Maximo to come here,” said one of the old men who was getting tired of waiting. He watched Maximo wear his glasses on Samantha and looked at her intently.

“What Maximo will really have a companion or just a toy?” the man was curious, asking a friend beside him.

“Entahlah. But so far, the relationship with this woman is the furthest. Only this woman he brought to meet us and spend so much time,” said the other man.

“Jeez, Maximo can invite the Woman to print4 in the field of golf.” One other man commented while rubbing his face rough when he saw Samantha's posture that was so s3ksi when learning to hold a golf stick. Maximo hugged him from behind and it was certain the man was not okay.

“We see, how long this meeting will be postponed.” For now they can only watch premium free shows from Samantha and Maximo.

“Please miss.” Paul had returned with a ballpoint and Samantha immediately released the arms of Maximo who felt at home lingering on his body.

The girl crouched down casually and Maximo immediately picked up her jacket to cover Samantha's legs which were exposed everywhere even seen by the old bandits watching them.

“Hahhahhaa.. Maximo is very stingy when we only see it a little.” The comment of one of the elders who was engrossed in laughter.

“That means Maximo meant it to this woman," said one other old man. They both laughed.

“What do you write?” Maximo was curious because Samantha kept crouching.

“Amorning to finish.” The girl's voice did not sound clear because while biting the lid of the ballpoint.

Paul slightly peeked but as Maximo looked at him, the man immediately turned his face away.

“It's done. Sam, love and Max.” That's what Samantha showed Maximo.

“Ya means me, heart picture and you. Your name is Maximo, right?” Samantha was upset herself for having to explain.

“Hahaha. So what is this post for?” Maximo takes the golf ball from Samantha's hand and notices it.

“This marker, so as not to be confused with others. So, wherever this ball goes, Paul has to look for it and not exchange it for another ball. That's your important task today.” This time Paul, who was stared at by Samantha, smiled.

Maximo chuckles at the woman's plan.

“Master, do I really have to do it?” Paul is not sure. It was inconceivable what Samantha would have hit the ball in any direction.

“Yes. You have not exercised for a long time, there is no harm in running around here. After all, the air is pretty good, your sweat will be wasted a lot and your body will be fresher.” Maximo was so content to mock. When else could he be compact with Samantha pranking Paul.

“Good sir.” Paul could only obey.

“Nona, please make sure you hit the ball according to the predetermined direction of the hole. Don't stray too far.” Paul tried to remind me. He could not if he had to follow the firing direction of Samantha who might go around the world.

“Maximo has taught me exclusively. If my firing direction is wrong, you just blame my tutor.” Samantha glanced at Maximo with the sharp corners of her eyes, polished eyeliner.

“There may I blame my great master.” Paul grumbled in his heart and Maximo only held back his smile to see Paul's face that had started to fall flat.

“Alright, I'll talk to my colleagues, you guys continue the game,” messages Maximo while giving his golf club to Samantha.

Samantha just nodded and let Maximo go.

“What are they also Mafia?” samantha asked, while watching Maximo from a distance. The men look familiar to each other.

“It is better we start the game soon miss.” Paul would rather switch their conversation.

“Hah, you're not fun, Paul. Love to rush into doing something,” complained Samantha. He put a golf ball in place and then did a swing and a punch was thrown. The ball soared, Samantha and Paul looked up, saw where the ball went.

“Come grab Paul, don't you already can't bear to work?” samantha taunted as the ball fell onto the grass and somewhere next to it.

For a while Maximo chuckled at his place, seeing Samantha's lovable behavior pranking Paul.

“Are we just going to watch that lousy golf game or is there something important to talk about?” one of them started to protest.

“Oh, yes. We'll talk.” Maximo focused his mind on the four people before him.

Looks like he should stop for a moment to pay attention to Samantha who is engrossed in golf and pranks Paul. Sometimes Paul ran and sometimes also walked casually. And once again he complained when it turned out that the golf ball that was hit by Samantha even hit Paul's eye.

Maximo wants to laugh but his friends are discussing Maximo's plan to ensnare the perpetrator of the murder to Gerald.

“Have a good time, Sam. Good luck, Paul."

Look, Samantha's laughter was so loud that she saw an exhausted Paul running around under the hot sun

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