Page 24 of Marco's Girl

“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.”