Chapter Twenty-Six
Laila’s POV
The passersby on the sidewalk whispered and stared, but I didn't give a damn. My throat burned from screaming, and the cold morning air whipped against my bare legs, but the heat of my rage kept me standing tall.
Zane stood towering over me, his broad chest heaving under his black shirt. His hazel eyes were wild, desperate, and dark with a storm of emotions I didn't care to unravel.
"Laila, listen to me," he said, taking a cautious step closer, his voice dropping into a thick, strained growl. "I accept the deal."
I let out a harsh, bitter laugh that sounded broken even to my own ears. "I don't care! I don't want you to work for us, and I definitely don't want to work for you. So f**k off, Zane!"
A faint, dangerous smirk flickered at the corner of his li
