Ace was utterly stunned.

In such extraordinary times—inside his own home, no less—three former high school classmates had somehow reunited. It was unbelievable.

What made it even more absurd was that Ray had been their victim back in school. Or rather, Shane had been the one calling the shots; Ace had merely been the lackey.

Back then, whoever Shane told him to bite, he bit. Orders were orders.

And now, both the boss and the wronged victim had shown up at his door together. How could Ace not