Все главы Mafia Lycan King’s Regret: Глава 51 - Глава 60

Chapter 51Lyla's POV:Pulling out my phone, I typed a quick message to Justin:“I found a lead on Matteo. It’s a rundown orphanage in Cabo San Lucas called St. Maria Kenston. I’m currently standing in front of the building, just wanting to notify you about my location in case anything happens.”I slipped the phone back into my pocket and pushed the heavy door open. The inside was no better than the exterior. Dust blanketed every surface, and the air reeked of mildew and decay. The faint sound of dripping water echoed through the desolate halls.At the center of the main room stood a weathered statue of the Virgin Mary. Around her, there were several hallways.My heart sank. If I picked the wrong hallway, I could wander aimlessly for hours. But as luck would have it, I spotted an old map mounted on the wall. Wiping away layers of grime, I found the storage room marked in faded ink.It didn’t take long to find the room, though the door protested loudly as I pushed it open. Inside, rows

Chapter 53 Lyla's POV:I froze.My gaze locked onto Mallory.Before I could say anything, my phone rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. Clearing my throat, I pulled it from my handbag and accepted the call without checking the caller ID.“Hello?”A mechanical voice responded. “You didn’t give me a reply last night.”My spine stiffened.Sitting upright, I demanded. “Who the hell are you, and what do you want from me?”I glanced at my screen—the same number that had texted me the night before, claiming to be Matteo.My pulse pounded in my ears as I stood up quickly, grabbing my suitcase and moving toward a more secluded corner of the terminal. Lowering myself onto a bench, I pressed the phone closer to my ear.“Why aren’t you saying anything?” I hissed.“I was waiting for you to find a quiet place. You didn’t seem comfortable beside Mallory.”A chill ran down my spine, as I scanned the area. My eyes darted around, searching for anyone who looked even remotely suspicious.Then it hit m

Chapter 55Lyla's POV:Justin was right—I was losing sight of the reason I became River in the first place.But it wasn’t because of love, it was pity.And the worst part? I hated that I felt pity for someone like Lucian. Yet, no matter how much I fought it, I couldn’t help myself.When I overheard the maids whispering about how he had turned to drinking after my death, I felt strange.When I saw firsthand how cruelly he treated Marielle, how he barely acknowledged her existence, I realized something—he didn’t love her. And for the first time, I wondered if maybe, just maybe, he missed me.Those thoughts were in my mind, growing until they turned into something I despised—pity.The sound of someone tapping against my desk yanked me out of my thoughts. I blinked and looked up to find Kael staring down at me.“Is there a problem, sir?” I asked, straightening in my seat.He tapped his wristwatch pointedly. “It’s 9:05 AM. You do realize that means it’s almost time for you to fetch Lucian’

Chapter 57Lucian's POV:Standing there, arms crossed, brows drawn together in anger. "Are you serious, Lucian?" Her voice was filled with disappointment.She stepped closer. "Drinking yourself into oblivion again? This isn’t how you deal with things."I just stared at her.Was this real? Or was the whiskey finally fucking with me?She sighed, kneeling beside me. "Come on, you need to get to bed." Her fingers brushed my wrist. "Lean on me."I flinched. My breath caught.She was real.Something inside me snapped.I grabbed her wrist and yanked her closer. She gasped, eyes widening as I crushed my lips against hers.For a second, she froze. But then—She kissed me back.Her hands clutched my shirt, fingers curling into the fabric. Instead of pushing me away, she pulled me closer, deepening the kiss.And I let her.Her lips against mine, ignited something in me that had been buried for far too long. I didn't stop to think. I didn't stop to question. All I knew was that she was here—Lyla

Chapter 59Lyla's POV:I rushed out of the house, the cold night air hitting my skin as I hailed a cab. A yellow taxi screeched to a stop in front of me, and I yanked the door open, sliding inside.“Red room.” I said, urgently.The driver gave me a quick glance through the rearview mirror before nodding and pulling into the street. My fingers tapped against my thigh as I stared out the window, my mind racing faster than the car.Then my phone rang.I frowned. The number was unknown.Hesitating for only a second, I picked up. “Hello?”Silence.Then a voice—began counting down."Five."My breath hitched."Four."A chill slithered down my spine."Three."I turned in my seat, scanning the street through the window. Nothing seemed out of place."Two."A strange, suffocating feeling coiled around my chest."One."Before I could react, the deafening blare of a horn shattered the night.My head whipped to the right.Blinding headlights.A monstrous trailer. Speeding straight for us.Everythin