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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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What Are The Odds?

The restaurant was the exact opposite of anything that Zane enjoyed dining. Far too upscale and stuffy for his taste. The polar opposite of where he would've preferred to dine after the day he had. 

As Clive reminded him though- such things were still his duty. Regardless of how he felt, they were to be seen through. 

"Nathan. It's good to see you again." The young mafioso offered the other man the best warm smile he could muster. Shaking the other's hand while patting him on the arm. 

"Zane. It feels like it was only yesterday when we last met yet you've grown so much." Nathan laughed warmly, returning the other's gesture. 

"Are you really the same person I met not so long ago who was still learning from his father?" 

"Eighteen is a far cry from fourteen. My father certainly taught me a lot back then. So much so that I managed to get to where I am new in these few short years." Zane motioned for the other to take a seat before claiming his own.