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

"This isn't the kind of thing for you to be going about crashing." Zane kept his tone level despite wanting to demand the other be thrown out. Except it wasn't his turf.

"Why? Is there a problem if I come to see who this person my son is spending so much time with is?" Bernard chose to play along. Civil smile and polite tone.

"She seems to be quite a nice young lady." Zane held a hand up before Rose could say anything. His shook his head lightly as a way to tell her to hold her tongue.

"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.

You wouldn't