The Mafia's Asmara Cage
SASM - Repeated Confusion
Samantha, who was getting drunk, tried to climb into Maximo's room. He held on to the edge of the stairs, trying to tread the stairs higher and occasionally humming. His balance began to diminish as he drank quite a lot. His vision began to faint as if the man in this club was a gerald.
“Crazy, did I miss him so much, that all the faces I saw were Gerald's faces?” Samantha rubbed her face violently, as well as her hair that began to fall apart and mixed with sweat. His steps nearly fell. People noticed him and smiled with some unknown intent.
The sound of the music bang makes his head more dizzy spinning, also the disco lights that are often reddish in color that makes his eyes glare, making it more difficult for Samantha to arrive in Maximo's room.
"Let me help miss." A bodyguard approached Samantha and was about to help her walk. Samantha nodded at him.
"Don't touch me, Maximo can shoot you." Only this time did he realize that he could be the cause of someone's death just because that person approached him.
The bodyguard retreated, keeping his distance from Samantha. Even though the girl was about to fall, they could only watch and look at her. He did not want to look for trouble and became the target of hot lead from his great master.
Arriving at the door, Samantha immediately pushed the door. "AW!" A woman screamed in surprise. The woman did not wear her clothes after showing her smooth body in front of Maximo and Paul. "Who is this woman?" The woman looked at Samantha in shock.
"Don't mind me, I'm just a drunk woman. Just continue with your business." Samantha smiled at the woman. "I'm not sure if Maximo would like it, your chest size is too small." All four of the drunk girls grumbled and smiled cynically. He stood up straight and continued his steps. Not to forget he waved at Maximo and Paul.
"Who is that woman, how dare you break in and insult me?" The woman apparently did not accept it. He looked at Maximo and Paul in turn.
Maximo chose not to answer. "Wear your clothes and go." The cold man got out of his place and caught up with Samantha.
"Damn it, he really insulted me. You tell that woman that I'm going to destroy her after I meet Mr. Maximo." The woman threatened. Not satisfied with his heart if he had not cursed Samantha and imagined the girl was finished by Maximo who was in his head. He doesn't know who he's dealing with right now.
Hearing the slurring words from the woman, made Paul upset at this woman. "Go!" her word. He did not want Maximo to hear more of this woman's curse for Samantha.
"Suck!" Irritatedly the woman put her clothes back on and walked out of Maximo's room. He was happy because Maximo's confidant wanted to see him, but it turned out to be only a humiliation that he got.
Following Samantha into her room, she finds Samantha lying on the couch. The girl looks so messy. His body was sweating and his hair covered part of his face.
“Do not sleep here Sam, your body can hurt.” Maximo said with great concern. Maximo took Samantha's hand and wrapped it around her neck. He wanted to move Samantha onto the bed she used to rest when she wanted to stay at the club. This room is like a room for the ruler of the club.
“Do not touch me.” Samantha suddenly made a sound. His originally closed eyes were now open and slightly pinching. The girl was still under the influence of alcoholic beverages. Although not completely drunk, his head was quite dizzy and his body was so limp that it could not get up.
“You didn't sleep?” Maximo was surprised. He thought samantha had lost to the whisky she had just freely picked up.
“What is your business done?” Look, he asked back. See also, the face of this girl who looked annoyed. “What's so fun to see the bodies of girls like that? Why don't you fuck all of you?” His frustration grew and became clear.
Maximo smiled instead. He was sitting on the floor next to the couch Samantha was sleeping on. “You're jealous?” asked the man with a thumping feeling. It was so sweet to see Samantha protesting her attitude in this way.
“What am I jealous of? You've been doing that a long time, before I knew you. Which means it's become a habit. I'm not jealous of someone's habits because I know I can't change them. Only he himself can change it.” Samantha's sentence was long enough for someone who was drunk.
“Your explanation makes a lot of sense, but it disappointed me.” Maximo looked at Samantha intently. Samantha's head was wiped gently and again, Samantha shook her hand.
“I don't like used hands touching others, touching me. I don't know how many bodies you touched while I was under and it was disgusting.” Samantha's words sounded full of annoyance. It seems like the line that says he's not jealous is a lie.
“I didn't touch them. None of which I touched.” Suddenly Maximo spoke seriously.
“Ck! You think I believe?” Samantha smiled sinisterly and chose to flip her body back to Maximo.
Maximo nodded in understanding, this girl seemed to be annoyed despite denying it. He was determined to explain everything even though Samantha didn't want to hear it. While looking at Samantha's nape unobstructed by her black hair.
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