Well hello there guys! I haven't been writing stories in a while and on a whim I have this incredible idea for a story that I think you guys will like. This is the preface to Between a Gun and Rose and please let me know how you feel about this story because I have an amazing plot mapped out for it!

I should have the first chapter up tonight or by tomorrow afternoon. Please enjoy!

Between a Gun and Rose

Preface

He knew despite everything he had done to her, he had no choice but to walk in there and take what was his. If he didn't, he would lose her forever, not to mention his father would kill him. It was bad enough he was an illegitimate child - losing Caroline to a Lockwood would be a disgrace to his family name, He had to laugh at the predicament though because this is the last place thought he would be in.

He couldn't entirely take the blame for his actions, she drove him to Tatia. Although, Caroline could easily argue it the other way around, as if he drove her to Tyler.

He mentally scolded himself for trying to kill Tyler. Friends, her voice rang in his head. Only friends.

The mafia didn't have friends - allies maybe, family always, but never friends. He was growing impatient. Caroline he mused to himself. How long are you going to toy with me?

This game that they were constantly playing was costing him lives. Not that he cared, but it was starting to make a mess and Elijah was getting irritated with him. The body count was growing too high and although everyone else was convinced otherwise, this rivalry with Tyler wasn't just about Caroline.

He remained in his car in the back ally of the speakeasy, only peaking in the basement window. He preferred to make an appearance when people were least expecting it, but looking at Caroline throwing her head back and laughing made him clench his teeth even tighter together. Bastard.

Technically she was his. Maybe not emotionally, but legally she was bound to him. It was a complicated matter between two families to end a spat between their fathers.

He tightened his tie and took out his pocket watch 10:36 . He scoffed and slipped it back into his Armani suit pocket. He slid his right hand near his side feeling for his gun. Speakeasy's haven't been his forte since 1922 - nearly a year and a half ago, when he first set eyes on the young daughter of the infamous Forbes mafias sweet little vixen.

Well there's the beginning of this story. It isn't exactly a chapter, just a tease of what is to come.

Remember, I will updated at least once a week, maybe even twice. I am a little eager though about this fanfic so you may get the first 5 or 6 really fast. It all depends on how you guys respond!

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