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

Unlike Julian, Zane didn't feel any impact from the alcohol from the night before.

Even without drinking a sip of water he was more than ready to handle the day ahead.

The younger sibling however felt as though he'd been hit by the car in the middle of the night.

"I don't think that you're quite ready yet to handle the harder alcohol. You might want to wait until a later time in the future." Zane tossed the pill bottle, so it hit Julian in the chest.

"Water is on the table if you need it. Don't stay here for too long though. You have your set of things that you need to do."

Julian waved the other off while popping the pills in his mouth. Hardly able to pay attention to much of anything with how badly his head was pounding.

Zane didn't care much to clean up the mess left behind. He would just make sure to pay the staff a little bit extra for the trouble that they would be going through.

A Little Treat