Layne stood in the tunnel that led to the cellar and the makeshift cell trapping Dylan. He fisted his hands and took in a deep breath. The last time they were face to face, it had only been minutes since Dylan threatened to r**e and kill Heaven. Now, he’d tried to help Bo do the same to Simone. Dylan and Bo were cut from the same f****d up cloth.
What little hope Layne had for Dylan to do the right thing had diminished. He’d crossed one too many lines and caused irreparable damage. Despite how much Layne wished things were different, it was time to put Dylan in check for his behavior.
Drawing in one last calming breath, he proceeded past several guards and entered the cellar. The moment he saw the steel bars, he spotted Dylan sitting on the mattress. With his arms resting on his legs, he
