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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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Rumors

Zane would've loved to know who spoke to his father. Rumors were going around, but no one dared to step forward to speak to the young mafioso himself. Zane even gave everyone an invitation to do so. With good reason, since conversations could turn out to be mutually beneficial.

The main question however was- what did he do so wrong? A few necessary people died at his hand, he changed up management over their major traffic route for the better it should be noted, and he'd stopped most anyone from choosing to become traitors. A few well-placed examples was all it took to deal with that.

Could any of that be considered bad? Not from his perspective. Zane did everything to position the Red Scorpions in a better position than his father put them in. Whoever spoke either found a good reason to complain. If not, they were surely loyal to his father and looking to stir up trouble for him.