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 would now be the one who needed to take time to think about the offer.

Digging up information on his father? Nothing sounded more delightful to him. A way to direct the still simmering anger toward something productive.

What would the risks be with going through with that?

Bernard wasn't exactly a warm and fluffy person. Power meant everything to Bernard. The whole reason the Red Scorpions advanced so quickly was built on the strong desire to collect as much power as possible. No matter who stood in the way, the mafioso boss would either force them to join or not share.

He believed the gun could help deal with any situation and that everyone would either be an enemy or an ally. Children weren't spared from this construct either.

Bernard certainly wouldn't think twice before putting a bullet in other of his sons or sending them so far away that they could never challenge him again.

This Wasn't The Plan, But...