Castle Rock is Ace Merrill's personal kingdom: he leads his faithful Cobras, smokes his pack a day, and doesn't give a shit about anyone. Until he lays eyes on the new girl. But are some wounds too deep to heal? ~ Ace continued to step towards her until his lips brushed past Shae's ear, "And I appreciate that, but sweetheart, I'm looking for a little something more. And I don't give up easily." Shae scoffed, "Neither do I. No date." At her words Ace's handsome features were drawn into a scowl. Taking a final drag on his cigarette, he dropped it onto the floor of the porch, and tilted his head at Eyeball in a clear sign. They were leaving. As Ace descended the steps, eyes still locked on Shae's, he spoke. "Ace, by the way. Ace Merrill. I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other very soon," he bowed sarcastically, and turned to walk towards his car, not looking back.