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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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Dealing With The Problem

Zane stared down Rose. Why should he care about what she thought now that the two of them were done? So what if she had been against killing, it didn't have anything to do with her. 

"I already told you once that there are a lot of things about this world that you don't understand. I think that this more than proves my point on that matter." Zane clicked the safety on the gun back into place, watching the flinch slightly at the sound. The little wildflower didn't like the sound of guns. Surely as a lawyer, she would've heard them go off at one point or another. 

"I don't care about that. I care about the fact that someone I thought I knew well could go and do something like this!" Rose snapped back, gaze wavering slightly as a cold, hollow laugh erupted from the young mafioso. The shift in the expression in his eyes made him look ten times colder than Rose remembered him being.