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

Andre seemed smart enough to know better than to try and ask the other any questions. He sat quietly in the car as zane got back in. He didn't even make eye contact when the other started the car.

"There are a lot of things for you to learn while you're on this job. One of the most important at this point in time is to avoid having anything to do with that man. Am I clear?"

"Crystal clear." Andre have his response without hesitating for a second.

Pity Richard couldn't have been the same way. They'd have worked much better together if the other kid could've understood how things worked.

"Good. Now we will be a little late to where we are going next. Don't worry about it though as I'll be the one to do all of the talking." The kid only nodded his head, glancing at Zane out of the corner of his eye.

The young mafioso could tell the other had questions even if he knew to keep his mouth. Made sense considering how new to this world the kid was.

No Questions asked