All Chapters of Mafia Lycan King’s Regret: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41Lyla's POV:I rushed out of the room, panting heavily, my breaths coming out in gasps. My hands were clammy, and my whole body was drenched in sweat. The walls around me felt like they were closing in, suffocating me with every step I took. I barely made it down the hallway when my body slammed into someone. The collision jolted me, snapping me out of my thoughts. Without looking up, I muttered. “I am so sorry.” And attempted to sidestep them, eager to get away.But a firm hand gripped my arm, halting me.I turned around, and my gaze met Marielle’s eyes. My stomach twisted, and I forced a polite smile. “Please forgive me, ma’am. I had no idea it was you.” I said, bowing my head slightly to mask my discomfort.She didn’t let go.“Is something wrong?” I asked, my voice tight. I wasn’t in the mood for her nonsense.Marielle’s eyes darted toward Lucian’s door, then back to me. Her lips curled into a sneer. “Where are you coming from, River?” She asked, her tone dripping with s

Chapter 43Lyla's POV:James stepped out of the car, making his way to Lucian’s side. He opened Lucian’s door with a bow. Lucian stepped out, adjusting his cuffs as though he owned the very ground he walked on—which, knowing him, he probably did.Curious, I got out of the car as well, watching as James popped open the trunk and unloaded our suitcases. He began dragging them across the tarmac toward the private jet.I hurried to catch up, falling in step beside Lucian. “Wait a minute. Are we using your private jet?”He barely glanced at me. “Why would I use a public one?”I rolled my eyes. “Do you have to answer every question with another question?”Stopping mid-step, he turned to face me, his smirk growing wider. “You know, for an assistant, you ask far too many questions.”Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked confidently toward the jet, his coat billowing slightly in the breeze.As we reached the bottom of the stairs leading up to the aircraft, he paused and looked o

Chapter 46 Lucian's POV:“What’s in it for me?” Le Bronx asked, as he paced the room, his footsteps echoing off the wooden floor. His shoulders were tense, and his eyes were filled with suspicion as he glanced my way.I leaned back on the leather couch, casually swirling the champagne in my glass. Taking a slow and long sip, I let the silence stretch just long enough to get under his skin before replying. “Matteo is coming for all of us. He’s already taken down DeGrande. You’re next—then me.”“Me?” Le Bronx scoffed, halting his pacing to glare at me. “Last I checked, Matteo’s beef was with you, Kael, and DeGrande. I was never part of his little vendetta.”I arched a brow, smirking faintly. “Do you honestly think Matteo’s going through all this trouble over a petty disagreement we had two years ago?”Le Bronx frowned, his hand massaging his temple as he processed my words. “Then why would he want to take all of us down?” He paused, his voice dropping. “Don’t tell me…”“He wants to di

Chapter 46 Lucian's POV:“What’s in it for me?” Le Bronx asked, as he paced the room, his footsteps echoing off the wooden floor. His shoulders were tense, and his eyes were filled with suspicion as he glanced my way.I leaned back on the leather couch, casually swirling the champagne in my glass. Taking a slow and long sip, I let the silence stretch just long enough to get under his skin before replying. “Matteo is coming for all of us. He’s already taken down DeGrande. You’re next—then me.”“Me?” Le Bronx scoffed, halting his pacing to glare at me. “Last I checked, Matteo’s beef was with you, Kael, and DeGrande. I was never part of his little vendetta.”I arched a brow, smirking faintly. “Do you honestly think Matteo’s going through all this trouble over a petty disagreement we had two years ago?”Le Bronx frowned, his hand massaging his temple as he processed my words. “Then why would he want to take all of us down?” He paused, his voice dropping. “Don’t tell me…”“He wants to di

Chapter 47Lyla's POV:The rain was heavy, pounding against my skin as I ran down the empty street. My bare feet slapped against the cold, wet pavement, sending jolts of pain shooting up my legs with every step. But I couldn’t stop—not when he was chasing me.He was behind me, the figure in the black hoodie and face mask. The knife in his hand sent terror pulsing through my veins. The sound of his footsteps was steady, as if he knew there was no escape for me. I glanced over my shoulder and immediately regretted it. He was closer than before, his movements were surprisingly calm despite my fast pace.My breath came in short gasps. “Help!” I screamed. “Somebody, please!”Lights flickered ahead, the glimmer of car headlights cutting through the rain. Happiness surged through me, and I ran toward them, waving my arms. The first car sped past without even slowing down. Then the second. And the third.“Stop! Please!” I shouted, but no one cared. No one ever did.Then, I saw it—a familiar