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 let Rose off a block away from the courthouse per usual. Ensuring that she had everything that she needed before they left.

Rose watched the car drive away. The mafioso was usually strange, but even this was bad for him. What exactly had been going through his head?

"Something wrong?" Rose was started by the unexpected voice coming from behind followed by a gentle touch on her shoulder.

"Fred?" What in the world was he doing there? Hadn't he left along with Nathan?

"In the flesh." He joked, tucking his hands in his pockets as he watched the car leave.

"A friend of yours?" He glanced over at the other, noticing Rose's attention went back to the car.

"Just someone dropping back off for work after a working lunch," Rose replied, adjusting her purse so that she could start walking back to work. The next case would be starting soon which didn't give her much time to look through files.

Doing Time