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 know how to feel when everything was said and done. The even wasn't the worst but, Zane was. TM

Not that she couldn't see why. His father didn't exactly come across as the easiest person to deal with and both seemed intent on knocking the other down.

Julius seemed nice enough. Not very involved between his father or brother. Letting them to be pay her more attention.

"As i said before, you don't have to worry about doing this again. Tonight was enough." Zane took her back if only for the excuse to be able to leave before anything happened.

"Are you sure? Your father didn't seem like the type to be easily appeased." The wildflower didn't exit the car even after Clive opened.

"That isn't anything you need to worry about. I can convince him of whatever." Zane waved her off. The bruskeness still at the back of his throat.

"I keep to what I say. Which I also have this for you." Zane reached under the seat to pull out a folder.

AB