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

"What exactly do you think that you're doing here? You do realize how much trouble you're going to get in if anyone were to see you?" Rose glared while standing up from her chair.

"Really? That's the only kind of reply that you have for me even though I went through all of the trouble to go and pick up breakfast for? I thought that you would at least be a little bit more thankful about the whole thing?" Zane held out the brown paper bag to the other.

Rose snatched the bag out of the other's hands.

"I don't care if you brought me breakfast or not. You shouldn't be here. I thought that we had already taken care of all the business that we needed to the other day." She didn't take her eyes off the other as she set down the brown bag on her desk.

It smelled good enough but now way did she have time for breakfast with everything on her plate already.

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