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

"You usually make it a point of avoiding any kind of calls with me. What is so important that it would make you call?" Zane spoke before allowing Rose to say anything.

Silence met his answer though which made him raise an eyebrow even though he knew that the other wouldn't be able to see it.

"Sorry, there are other people around so I'm trying to find someplace that I can talk away from everyone." Rose's voice floated through the other side of the phone before Zane could ask if she was there or not.

"There was a question that I wanted to ask you. I don't think that I will have the time to do that right now."

"Don't hang up because I have a few questions of my own that I want to ask." The young mafioso told the other who went quiet again.

"Are you going to stay on the other line or hang up like you did last time?" Zane filled the glass with bourbon. No meetings that morning meant that he could take the time to drink without anything to worry about.

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