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

Rose didn't get the chance to see her father when came around. She already needed to head off to the courtroom quicker than expected to fill in for someone else.

Her work and the breakfast food would have to wait for her until she could come back and have. This came first right now.

Not being in the office left Terrance and Mark on their own. A few other people came back but on one that would interrupt the discussion the lawyer wanted to have with this junior.

"Mark, why don't you tell me what is actually going on? I don't know who that young man was but, he's not the only person I've heard something about this from. My daughter mentioned to me that you keep bothering her at work." The junior lawyer's face twitched as his lips silently moved. Mark was more composed than before but struggled to reply.

Some of these comments were news to him.

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