Ace Merrill was the toughest guy in Castle Rock, there was no doubt about that. With his switchblade, nasty attitude and loyal cobras, no-one dared stand up to him.
Until one night he's finally overpowered, by a girl?
When she learns of the cobras...
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***** Chapter 7 - Can't quite remember *****
It was like an old western stare down between Ace and Isolabella as she slowly sauntered further into the bar.
Their eyes remained locked as Ace swung his cue at Jack to take.
Jack fumbled slightly but took it as he made his move closer, placing yet another cigarette in his lips.
He kept his eyes firmly locked on her as he lit it before he stopped right in front of her.
"Where you been?" He questioned before clearly blowing smoke in her face.
"What are you my father?" She spat back.
Ace shrugged. "No. But you can call me daddy?"
"Daddy complex huh?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. "Funny, always pictured you more as a submissive kinda guy."
Ace's eyes trailed down her body as he noticed she was no longer wearing his shirt, a tight black halter top now in it's place.
"Where's my shirt?" He mumbled.
Isolabella shrugged as a small smile came to her face. "Can't quite remember."
"Where's my fucking shirt Bella?" Ace's words were spat out as he saw red in her face.
"You really wanna start a fight in your beloved bar?" She pushed him. "This shithole means nothing to me but if you wanna get banned then by all means, fucking push me Merrill."
Ace glared down at her with daggers going straight for her.
"Don't make me ask again."
Isolabella scoffed. "Oh I'm not gonna make you ask." Her smile turned nasty. "I'm gonna make you beg."
It was Ace's turn to scoff. "I don't get on my knees for no bitch. Unless she's naked and the one begging."
"Knew it, you're a total sub." She smirked up at him.
Ace forced a laugh. "Oh you have no idea Bella."
Her smirk returned to the glare.
"Care to tell me why you're in my bar and not on the run then sweetheart? Would have thought a murderer such as yourself would be trying to stay hidden." He taunted, a nasty smirk coming onto his face.
