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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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He Would Forget

Clinging to the young mafioso was the last thing that Richard wanted to do. He just didn't have anyone else to hide behind. The asshole was to blame for bringing him there, the least he could do was keep the other hidden from the last person in the world he wanted to be around. 

"I need to not be here. Anywhere but here or around him would be fine." Richard refused to look Zane in the eye or even in the direction of where the other stood. God. Why did things have to follow him no matter where he went? Could he not just get a few years off? 

"What exactly is going on." Zane didn't do the best job of keeping his voice down. Glancing between the unexpected panicking man and whoever set him off. White as a sheet, Richard refused to lift his head to look anywhere but at the white tiled floor.