Shan R.K

The lines that blur between love and war are often the only thing keeping you alive.

I wasn't a full Italian. My mother was a Russian, a female of the Bratva. To create peace between the Famiglia her family, the Bratva gave her up. 

My father always said I was born lucky, I would never have to marry for power. I could choose. And for a while, I believed him. For a while, I thought I could marry Leonardo Catelli.

Until HE, Marco Catelli, eldest son of the Capo of the Famiglia lost his betrothed. Until he rose to be the Capo Dei Capi, The Boss of all Bosses. Until he needed an heir, a wife. Until he chose me. 

My name is Aliyana Capello, daughter of Consigliere Sartini Capello and this is my confession. 

"Bury him, mourn his death. But come Monday morning you mine Aliyana." Marco

The story follows Aliyana Capello and Marco Catelli's life and the events leading them to the alter.

When Lorenzo Catelli is murdered, Marco promises to avenge his brother's death with the help of Aliyana and his siblings. But as the answers are found, more people in the 5th State are murdered. When a cold past comes back, Marco finally sees some light in his corner. But all is not as it seems.
Enemies are never far and few in the 5th State.

Forced into a war he never wanted to protect the one he loves, Marco must choose the extent of the crimes he will commit and the enemies he will make especially if that enemy happens to be his future wife.

Boss of All Bosses

“How?” I ask him as the brush remains in my hand, painting air as I look at him disbelieving. 


 “Well, that is what we need to find out. Gabriel was the one who made the call to a guy named Sal, and Sal knew someone who does things like that. Mr. Kent was the name given. His son is attending our school part-time for extra cred, guys' name is Dexter. Michel said guy seemed cool when he asked him to ask his dad to meet us.” 


 My smile is huge, as I put my brush into the water. Ren shakes his head and rolls his eyes to the ceiling. 


 “30 minutes Yana.” He leaves me in the room as I stare at my impression of a midsummer dream. The painting needs a lot more work if I am going to graduate from my first year of art class, but I know I can get it done. 


 Seeing my sister, finding her, and just spending time with her is something I won't get another chance to do this year. I am thirteen, I know the laws we are breaking by doing this. My sister is a member of the Bratva, an enemy. 
