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

Touching without permission took the top of the list for things that Lena hated more than anything else. The current circumstance she found herself in violated this in more than one way. Being pressed against the door left little wiggle room for her to move away from her assailant as the wet seeped into her own clothes.

"Come now. You can't have invited me all the way here without having what I want." Lena's mind shut down for brief second as hurried hands patted her all over, seeking out any pockets or crevices in the jacket that could've been used for hiding. The owner of the hands grumbled and growled under their breath, completely unaware of how close the Princess was to snapping.

"Two seconds." The warning sent a chill through the other occupants who shared the small space as them. While everyone else seemed to take note of the clear warning, the hands roaming all over body didn't pause even for a brief second.

Crazy Wet Woman