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

Julius didn't need to think to know how deeply he'd place himself in the soup pot with Zane. His older sibling's behavior told him everything. A warning should've been issued. SOS, red alert prior to the elder sibling getting there.

Julius knew, yet chose to remain silent. Stuck between a rock and hard place when it came to his father and brother. One answer to please one which would result in upsetting the other and vice versa. What else could be done beyond what he already tried to do?

The two hot heads left to collect themselves or so they said. Julius knew better than Nathan though that only maybe one of them would be returning. If one did, it wouldn't be the one that the old business partner hoped to speak with.

"If you knew that some sort of feud would ensue between the two of them, you should've said something." Nathan sat sideways in the chair while the younger son kept eating as though the table hadn't exploded only moments ago.

Soup Pot