The Mafia's Asmara Cage

SASM - Drunk

The sound of a disco beat greeted Samantha and Maximo at one of the biggest clubs in downtown Los Angeles. This club is one of the assets owned by Maximo that adds to the many dollars for a Maximo.

There are all kinds of transactions here. Starting from the sale and purchase of drugs, parties with intoxicating drinks, the offer of a woman's tariff that will be used as a pleasure for men and of course other fun things for visitors. Gambling, alcoholic beverages and women, became the complete package provided by the club.

Maximo held Samantha's hand which began to wiggle her body slowly since setting foot into the club. “This is my favorite song, Max. Let me dance for a while.” Samantha tries to let go of Maximo's hand.

“I can't leave you alone, Sam. There are many foreigners. Many are doing transactions.” Maximo was still reluctant to let go of the grip of his hand. For him this is too dangerous if Samantha is in their midst.

“Come on Max, don't spoil my fun. You can leave me to Paul. Is it Paul?” Samantha peeked at Paul who was blocked by Maximo's sturdy body standing in the middle.

Paul immediately shuddered, if Samantha had asked him to accompany her, there must have been some behavior. “Sorry miss, I have to accompany mr Maximo.” Quickly Paul chimed.

“Akh shit! Since when do you not support me?” Samantha clucked. He shook the hand of Maximo who was holding it. Hard enough to break. He sat down and showed his annoyed face.

“I will provide a special room for you. You are free to dance there and I will not ban it.” Maximo made an offer.

“You mean your room inside? No, it's not exciting. I came to the club for fun, not for semedi.” Samantha. Hearing that sadistic word, Maximo looked confused while Paul held back his smile hearing the word semedi.

“Yes, you can go up to the dance floor, but two bodyguards will accompany you. An hour later Paul will pick you up.” Maximo made an offer.

Samantha didn't chim in, she just said, “Close with me. We have fun.” He said to one of the bodyguards while cupping the bodyguard's face for a while until the bodyguard shuddered amusedly. Samantha's gentle touch and suddenly made something in her body rise up.

“Good, Miss.” After controlling himself, the bodyguard caught up with Samantha who had left first.

“Jeez, Samantha. You always manage to make my head hurt.” Maximo massaged his head which began to feel dizzy with Samantha's behavior.

“Do I need to call a therapist, Mister?” haggar Paul.

Maximo was silent for a moment, looking at Paul beside him. “Just heal your eyes, I'm tired of seeing you wearing sunglasses.” Congratulations Paul, you were also affected by Maximo's irritation.

“Good, Mr.” Fate, Paul can only agree.

Maximo walked to his room on the second floor. He climbed one by one stairs while his eyes remained fixed on Samantha who began to wiggle her body in the dance. Every now and then the girl sipped a drink and it seemed like in half an hour she had to go down and check if Samantha was conscious or drunk.

“Install CCTV to my room. I have to see Samantha.”'s movements Maximo tells Paul to watch Samantha from a distance. He had to admit that his young lady was indeed very charming. It is worth a lot of eye glances.

"You're wearing sunglasses, doesn't mean I don't understand what you're seeing." Maximo's speech made Paul stunned. How could his master know that he was watching the beautiful lady.

"I'm sorry, sir." Paul immediately woke up. He followed Maximo who had walked into his room. Many women were waiting in front of the room and waiting for Maximo's arrival.

“Halo beautiful,” greet a man who is interested in approaching Samantha.

“Hay,” Samantha is still with her efforts to enjoy the music that vibrates her soul. The man danced behind Samantha, about to put his hand on Samantha's waist, but suddenly a firm hand restrained her.

“Please take care of your attitude, Mr.” Who else if not Maximo's bodyguard.

“Ck!” the man screeched. He was forced to move away from Samantha in disappointment and chose to approach another woman who was free she***** her lips while still watching Samantha from a distance. The girl was too alluring, it was a pity to miss.

“Take me a drink,” pinta Samantha on one of the bodyguards. The guards immediately complied. He brought Samantha a drink and Samantha sipped it.

“Akh...” He looked good while raising his head. Look at his face that has started to sweat and instead looks fresh.

Suddenly someone hit Samantha. A man just passed by.

“Hey! You bumped into me!” samantha exclaimed amidst the loud music. The man stopped his steps, but did not turn his head. Samantha looked at him from a distance. His posture was very similar to that of a person.

“Gerald?” ask the curious Samantha. He tries to focus his attention on the man behind him,

“Sorry, I didn't accidentally.” The man's words sounded resolute and made Samantha stunned. Her voice was no stranger to Samantha.

“You Gerald?” Samantha got closer, but the man chose to leave instead.

“Hey, wait!” call Samantha. Not being careful Samantha falls down, tripping over someone else's leg.

“Nona! You okay?” ask the bodyguard who immediately approached Samantha. Samantha did not answer. He even shook his head violently to expel the dizziness in his head.

“Did I start getting drunk? How could I see a ghost in this place?” ask the girl to herself.

No one chimed in so much with that man that he felt similar to someone. Only the sound of music continues to echo in his ears.

“Gerald is dead Samantha, is dead.” Samantha talks to herself while banging her head, which sometimes bounces.

Yeah, he's dead.

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