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

Zane didn't like being compared to his father. One of the worst things in the world in fact. Nathan did it far too much but the young mafioso couldn't say anything. Not even after ten or fifteen times. Zane could suck it up and smile.

Why? Because it would cause a problem the size of a magnitude ten earthquake. Bernard hated when other people found out about internal issues.

Instead, Zane could only sluff the older business partner off to his brother for the next day. Better than him letting something slip that shouldn't.

"I don't care if it means that I owe you more, just deal with him for today." Zane didn't even have the energy to argue with the other. Going so far as to shove a wad of cash in his younger sibling's hand as they stood outside the car waiting.

Once is Too Much