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.