Micah's threat received a laugh, but the sound was weak. There was almost none of the masochistic amusement he'd had on the night they'd broken into his penthouse. But he tried.
His eyes tightened on Cole as the man began to speak, teeth clenching when he brought up Aaron. Would this never be left alone? Did everyone who came down here need to yell at him about Aaron?
"I don't need anyone to defend me," Trenton countered with a splinter of anger as he made his way to his feet. Out of habit, he dusted off his clothes, and the handcuffs rattled with the movement, but there was no way the outfit was salvageable between the bloodstains and dirt smudges. He was hardly looking his GQMF self when he languidly walked up to the cell door. There was a struggle to appear bored and irritated as Trenton waited for Cole to open it.
"Fine," was all he said on the subject of going back to his penthouse. Something about mentioning Aaron took the rebellious spirit right out of him. He was half ready to let them just bury him alive if he didn't have to hear about how much of a murderer and a rapist he was. Trenton looked tired, he was done.