DameButterfly

You can get much further with a kind word and a gun than you can with just a kind word. – Al Capone

An iron fist and a merciless cold metal gun, the mafia code that was taught to Zane Scarlet by his father. A code he wants to reform.
 But... When the only one knows how to solve problems is with a gun in hand and the only answer for betrayal is death - where does one start? And how does one do it while avoiding any attempts at arranged marriage? 

Not to mention the fiery woman on the right side of the law who entered his life like a whirlwind. What good could she possibly be?

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"We already agreed where your place ends, Rose. There's no need any further argument. This Is final." Zane pinched the bridge of nose, turning to leave. A small hand grabbed the much larger one. An unexpected move. 
"What if I don't want my place to end there?" the low, quivering voice asked.
"What if I want this to be real?"
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Little Dove I love you so
but I know you have to go.
So spread your wings
and fly my love,
soar above the world my dove.
Paint the sky in indigo,
let your graceful colors flow,
and I'll search the sky
for your rainbow.
~ Author: Christy Ann Martine


*Prequel to Arranged Marriage To The Princess of The Red Scorpions*

Dear Dove

Zane didn't mind involving himself in other people's matters. Certainly not when there would be a certain level of benefit to himself. Keeping a low profile would come second to such good opportunities.

Not that he would actually do anything to the young lawyer. The man was too much of a liability no matter how annoying he happened to be. The young mafioso would just ensure that the other left after making his own presence known.

At the same time, also be able to feed his ego. Zane was still good at dealing with problems without having to tell others who he was.

"You can take your complaints up with whoever you like. Considering the lady after asked you to leave once, I don't think that you have much of a leg to stand on." Zane let go of the man's arm once the other tugged it out of his grip.

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