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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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Zane gave the other a quick look over and wasn't terribly impressed with what he saw. Rose seemed to be even less impressed but for very different reasons. She ended up having to bite her tongue to hide the fact that she knew the mafioso who was currently staring her brother down.

"Hey man, I'm so terribly sorry. I didn't see the other guy as he was coming by." Josh apologized quickly, putting everything down on an empty table in order to help Zane clean up.

"It's fine accidents like that happen. If you're not used to coming here often, I might recommend in the future though that you try carrying less." Zane kept his tone relaxed while grabbing a bundle of napkins off the table.

"Would you like me to help with that? I'm sure that one of the waiters here would have something to help clean that up." Stella offered her bit of advice but mostly felt for concern for whatever would happen to the newcomers.