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Dear Dove

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?" --------------------------------------------------------------------- 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*

DameButterfly · Urban
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Moving Forward

A hand came up to rummage around the counter. The last of the beer was likely gone but that didn't mean there wouldn't be anything else to drink. Julian ended up bringing far too much to be finished one night.

It would have to get stored away for another day of drinking. Zane wouldn't allow his sibling to take it away with him now that it had entered his house. It would say there until he finished it or it needed to become moved elsewhere for safety reasons. Zane would never allow the other to take back such an important gift.

Speaking of which, the younger sibling had abandoned his older brother long ago. Weaker alcohol tolerance leads to passing out far sooner than his elder brother. It would be better that way in the long run. The less he talked about matters, the less Julian would want to get involved in anything.