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 got in the car but remained silent upon seeing who else was there.

"Come now. You know that you don't have to be like that with me. I realize well enough that I made a mistake by not warning of what to expect. That's why I brought this in hopes of being able to make it up to you." Julia held up the bottle of alcohol.

The young mafioso stared at it but still chose to remain silent despite the peace offering from his sibling.

"Look, you know that I have my own set of issues that I am trying to work through. I know that isn't any kind of excuse for what happened. I am trying to fix that though, so it doesn't become an issue in the future." Even though Zane didn't seem like he would be talking any time soon, Julian still chose to take the lid off the bottle and pour the other a glass.

Peace Offering