Chapter Twenty-Seven
Laila’s POV
The engine of the motorcycle died, leaving only the quiet morning breeze rustling through the trees outside my apartment building. I pulled the heavy, matte-black helmet off my head, shaking out my messy ponytail, and handed it back to Zane.
"I'm buying out your debt," Zane said, his voice deep and smooth as he rested his large, calloused hands on the handlebars, looking down at me with lethal seriousness. "All of it. Rico, the interest, your mom's hospital bills. It's done."
I stared at him, blinking back my shock before letting out a sharp, cold laugh.
"No."
Zane’s dark eyebrows pulled together, his golden-hazel eyes searching my face. "No?"
"No," I repeated firmly, crossing my arms tightly over the massive grey t-shirt he’d put me in. "That’s just
