All Chapters of Swindling The Devilish Mafia Don: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chelsea opened her eyes and looked around the whiteness the filled the luxurious hotel room. She felt Dylan's arm firmly fixed around her and turned to him. He was already awake and his eyes were already fixed on her. She smiled and kissed him lightly on his lips. "How long have you been awake?" she asked him. He smiled. "An hour or two" he replied. She chuckled. "And you've been staring at me all the while? Am I really that pleasing to look at?" she asked, smirking as she expected his reply. He chuckled. "Dare I say, you're the most pleasing thing to my eyes. Even when you're not naked" he replied. She laughed lightly. "I don't know if I'm to blush for that" she turned away. "You don't need to. You're already blushing" he informed her. Damn! She thought. Why did she always have to get so red when he complimented her? And she could also feel that tingling sensation down there. She cursed her arousal. She really had to work on her arouses around him. If it wasn't his eyes, it

Immediately they stepped into the parking lot, everything happened like a blur to Chelsea. A masked man waved something that looked like a pistol in the air, a couple of shots were fired and the next second found her on the ground with Dylan over her. All their purchased items scattered all over the ground. Dylan immediately got up and looked around but the masked man was nowhere to be found anymore. Pandemonium had already broken out as people were running helter skelter. The man must have mixed in with the crowd and blended in, thus evading any inconspicuousness. Dylan helped Chelsea up and they left all the purchased items on the ground and hurried to the bus that was waiting for passengers. They occupied the only remaining seats and the bus immediately set off for its destination. They arrived at the hotel and Dylan immediately brought out his phone and dialed the number of the person he put in charge of handling the responsibilities for the management of the mall. He paced abou

Dylan woke up and found himself covered in a comic themed bedsheet. He looked to his side and saw Derek still fast asleep in his arms. But there was a third party. And the monitor screen was still on. He immediately looked to the side. Chelsea chuckled. "Are you awake now, sleepy head?" she asked playfully. She was also playing the game they had slept off on the previous night. Dylan smiled. "So you're the one who covered us last night" he commented and gently got up from the bed, laying Derek on it carefully to avoid him waking up abruptly. "Yes. Since father and son had slept off while gaming and forgot to cover theirselves, I had to do it for them, right?" Chelsea asked with a pout. Dylan smiled lovingly. "Thanks" he replied. "How long have you been here?" he asked. She feigned thinking about it for some seconds before replying. "Well, since I got tired of waiting for you in my room" she finally replied. Dylan's pupils dilated. He sighed and caressed his glabella. "That's tru

"Yayyy!!!" Derek yelled triumphantly as he celebrated yet another win against Chelsea. He turned to her. "That makes it 67 : 0, Aunty Chelsea. This is a super duper infinite mega power ultimate hattrick" he said excitedly. Chelsea chuckled. "Does anything like that even exist?" she asked. She had to question the name the boy had just mentioned. Derek giggled. "No. I just made it up. It refers to to score that far exceeds hattricks and super hattricks. I've given you more than twenty two hattrick scores today" he explained. "Oh" Chelsea chuckled. "Why not just call it twenty two hattricks then?" She asked. That seemed more logical. "No. It would sound boring that way. This name makes it unique and outstanding" he grinned. Chelsea squinted her eyes. "I see you're really enjoying winning against me in this game" she commented. "Yes! This is my best game ever. I've never won so much against anybody else ever" he laughed. Chelsea didn't know whether to be happy that he was hap

She exhaled and turned to him, rolling her eyes. "The look and tone you use when you want to put me under that your ungodly spell" she replied. He noticed that her robe was a bit loose at her chest region. He could clearly see her cleavage with her two frontal loves comfortably clinging to each other. The view was so appealing, he was lost for a second. He found his lips curving as he relished in the undeniably good feeling. Chelsea then folded her arms across her chest, disrupting his view. He blinked and looked up at her. Her expression was a mixed one, indicating both a knowing smile and a disappointed pout. "What were you saying?" she asked, her pout deepening. "Who's putting who under a spell now?" Dylan asked as he smiled. "You are the one wandering about with your eyes, mister" she replied. He chuckled. "You've always captivated me, Chelsea. So this shouldn't be a surprise to you" he replied. She sighed and released her hands. "Sadly, the sentiment is mutual" she sai