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?

excerpt:

"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

"So you're serious about this whole money? That's all you want out of this." A sigh erupted from the other side of the table. It had been the fifth? Sixth? time the young mafioso had asked that question?

Maybe it was the sugar from the oversized parfait that was sitting in front of Zane that caused the question to be asked time and again. Whatever the reason, Richard wished it would stop already.

"Ask me one more time and I'm going to change my mind. I thought that after earlier this week, I wouldn't have to see you for quite a long time." The young mafioso stopped eating his parfait long enough to glance at the occupant on the other side of the table.

"Really? Is that any way to treat the person who helped to get you a decent job?" Picking up the coffee mug, Richard's expression remained emotionless.

Money, Money, Money