Lahat ng Kabanata ng Swindling The Devilish Mafia Don: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Miami, Florida Chelsea ran hastily under the rain, the water bodies on the road splashing about as she stepped on them. She couldn't slow down, she just couldn't. She gripped her luggage bag tightly as she leapt onto puddles after puddles. She had just duped a merciless Georgian mafia don, based in Atlanta, of hundreds of thousands of dollars and she knew she'd be on the run for life. She had escaped to Florida but she still didn't feel at peace. She felt like someone had followed her onto the bus she boarded and was still following her. She had to shake whoever it was off and lodge in a hotel. She finally came to a stop at the entrance of Golden Petals, a premium-looking hotel. "I wanna book a reservation" she said, panting heavily. The security outside exchanged looks and looked at her skeptically. She was wet and tattered and panting. Anyone who could afford Golden Petals either came in their own car or at least an Uber. The lady before them looked nothing like those people.

After lunch, which was actually servings of sushi and a wine Chelsea hadn't heard of before, the duo headed to Dylan's jewelry store. They alighted Dylan's Lamborghini Urus and walked into the appropriately named Cross Adornments. The entire staff paused and bowed the moment Dylan stepped in. The interior was breathtaking. Even for a high-end bad bitch like Chelsea, this was money speaking. From the several feet high glass ceiling down to the richly marbled floor, diamond, gold and silver watches, earrings, necklaces and other adornments rested, encased all over the store. Other precious stones and pearls shone brightly as though in a contest to beat each other and manage whatever space the diamonds left for them to shine. "Wow" escaped Chelsea's mouth subconsciously as her eyes scouted the enclosed Iceland. Dylan smiled as he observed her from the corner of his eye. He was glad she was impressed. This piqued interest meant more meetings. After taking a tour round the store

Dylan could see the smoke rising in the air from the distance. He tapped the space on the chair beside him and Hill got it. He accelerated the speed of the Urus instantly. The SUV sped along the highway till it stopped at the entrance of a warehouse by the side of the road. The gates had been blown off their hinges and suited men in all black stood in their place.They paved way for the vehicle as it drove into the premises. The Urus came to a halt in front of the burning building. Dylan alighted immediately and walked slowly to the blazing structure. A middle-aged man clad in a black suit and white shirt walked to him. "Pope" he bowed reverently. "Who did this, Bishop?" Dylan asked in a grave tone. This was one of his warehouses which was used as a reserve for storing luxury outfits and corporate wears for his clothing store. However, underneath, he ran one of Miami's biggest fentanyl production.Whether the person knew this was a fentanyl joint or not, he just burned down million

Chelsea sat cross-legged on her bed, fiddling with a beaded bangle. She stared ahead but her gaze was fixed on nothing. She had stood agape in the lounge, wondering what went wrong. Unable to decipher the reason for Dylan's silent action, she had gone to her room.She checked her outline if there was anything wrong but she saw nothing wrong. Her shape was still curvy and well pronounced. The same body she had used to lay down men while swiping their assets off. What was the problem? She just couldn't place her finger on it. Then something hit her. Maybe he was married. No, she shook her head. These type of men aren't the faithful ones. If he wanted to stop, he would have stopped in the office and not follow her here. Besides, he didn't have a ring on."Ugh" she exhaled, resigning to her bed. Less than ten minutes later, she heard her doorbell ring. She didn't recall ordering any room service or food. Lazily, she got up from her bed and trudged to the door. She looked through the pee

Dylan rushed in and saw Chelsea lying on the ground inside the cage. Two suited men squatted beside her, trying to revive her but their efforts proved to be futile. "What's going on?" He asked as he barged into the cage."She still hasn't responded, Boss" one of the suited men said, looking up at him.He stood for some seconds, staring at her body before finally speaking."Call the Doc" he said calmly. "Boss?" one of the men sought confirmation."You heard me, Hugo" Dylan bellowed.The man rushed out immediately. "Out" Dylan said to the second man and the latter exited the perimeter hurriedly. As soon as he was alone, he squatted beside Chelsea and ran his fingers along her hair, parting the strands that had covered her face."I really wish it didn't have to be this way" he said calmly as he took in her facial features."Me too" he heard Chelsea mutter and the next second found a pin heading for Dylan's neck. Thanks to his quick reflexes, he caught her hand in midair and restrained