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 have to look over at Zane to know he was doing. She could feel the anger rolling off him in waves. So much for the first official meeting going on without a hitch.

"You know you can relax a little bit." Playing the part, Rose tried to hold the other's hand only for Zane to unexpectedly flinch away. Based on his next reacted next, she knew it wasn't intentional.

"It's not easy to do that around this person." His words came out under his breath as a sigh. None of this moved the way that he had wanted it to. His father managed to push things in the direction that he wanted. Exactly what Zane didn't want to have happen.

How much longer would he have to deal with this?

Once again Julian didn't seem to be in the mind to help him out. Couldn't be for once come with something that would help to keep his father off him? Tonight of all nights at least so that he could have the chance to slip away without really being noticed.

Hate is different from dislike