“Hands up!”
I comply. “Whatever Trent’s told you is bullshit.”
“Get on the ground!”
I sigh. “Is that nece--”
He pulls his piece. “On the fucking ground!”
Trent smirks and crosses his arms, pleased with himself.
“Fine.” I lower myself to my knees, then hit the deck with a sigh. “But I just want you to know, when the sheriff gets wind of this, you’re going to be wearing Depends after he rams his boot up your ass.”