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Nolan was in the dungeon with a bloodied man whom he had tortured so much but kept insisting that he had something going on with Layla.

Nolan knew Layla well enough to know that, she would never have done something like that, but the scene was just so realistic, her being on the bed with that guard Jake.

He wondered how the fuck Layla got there and the guard kept insisting Layla put him up to it.

Nolan felt his head spinning with confusion. He didn't know who to believe, but he knew he couldn't trust the guard. He had been caught red-handed, and he would say anything to get himself out of trouble.

But the sight of Layla on the bed with him was burned into his mind, and he couldn't shake the image no matter how hard he tried.

He wanted to believe Layla, but he couldn't understand how she could have gotten herself into this situation. He felt lost, like he was in a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.

“Who sent you?" He asked for the fiftieth time in a menacing tone. His eyes glared w