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

Zane started silently at his brother for a moment. His eyes scanned the other's face to try and determine what he thought he'd accomplish through his question.

"Julian, I don't really have the time or the mind for your games right now. This isn't something to be discussed." I'm fact, the younger sibling shouldn't have been in his flat in the first place. Hadn't Zane taken away his key after what happened last time?

"One of the kind ladies who cleans your place didn't think that it would be bad to invite me." Julian shrugged it off on someone else. How typical of his younger sibling. He reclined in the chair to get a better look at his older brother.

"I really do want to know the answer to that question though. I know you say you don't have time but what else would you be doing? You did just get home." Zane groaned in frustration at the other.

No Time For Your Games