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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*

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You Shouldn't be Here

 Neither one spoke right away. Both shocked but for vastly different reasons. 

Zane didn't think that anyone else would be around. The area according to his men should've been cleared ahead of time. The job was supposed to be quick and easy. Nothing to see or hear and done before anyone knew what happened yet somehow the headaches only seemed to keep growing for Zane. One after another.

"What did you..." Rose could see very clearly what was in front of her. She didn't want to believe though. Zane killed someone as easily as if they were a bug that needed to be crushed. 

No hesitation, no more emotion. Pulling the trigger so nonchalantly as though someone wasn't about to lose their life.