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?

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"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

Rose raised an eyebrow at the other when he motioned for her to be quiet. Should she have been the one doing that to him? This was the whole reason after all that she had been wanting him to leave.

"There isn't anyone here right now, but you should be leaving already. People will be coming back soon as I mentioned before. That noise is coming from the office next to this one." Rose turned back around to face her desk.

"If you want to talk about anything else, we can go about doing it through text. I will do whatever about the whole eating thing. Just leave."

Rose waited a moment but when no noise came from behind indicating the other leave, she felt inclined to turn around again.

"Just go. I already told you that there is no one around for you to worry about. Plus, you motioned already that no one will know who you are anyways if they see you." The mafioso only seemed to relax a fraction after she told him this.

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