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

Julian would hold onto the information from Rose for some time. Zane likely wouldn't expect that it came from Rose if he put enough time between the two events.

He couldn't wait to see how the other would react when he brought this up to him! Oh the expression would likely be priceless. The kind of priceless that Julian enjoyed taking photos of just for fun.

He'd have to wait to drop it on his older sibling until he knew for certain wouldn't kill him after what took place today. Julian didn't even do anything inappropriate to the girl. He kept his hands to himself for once and still got yelled at.

"People shouldn't be out and about so much at this late hour of the night. I take it that the two of you just finished eating dinner?" Zane motioned to a stop of Julius's shirt collar. The younger sibling never was the most careful of eaters.

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