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

 “You both look ready, maybe I should pack my Glock in case some line-backer decides you ladies need some tackling.” His face is all kinds of serious, but I know he's talking smack. 


 “Yellow. Lady of the house, if your ass isn't down here in 20 secs, I’m going to finish ole daddios scotch, and Mr. Catelli is going to have to carry my ass to this dig,” Sienna screams from the bottom of the staircase. 


 My eyes widen as I move past Ren, to rush down the carpeted stairs. 


 “I’m ready, I'm ready. Sorry I kept you guys waiting.” 


 “How many years did you say this whiskey is again? I forget.” Sienna takes a sip of an almost full glass of Papa’s scotch. He hardly ever drank it. I knew there was a reason behind why he kept it at the back of his shelf. But he said I should make the Bray girls feel welcome and drinking his scotch is making them very welcome indeed. 
