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

 “Mero, Micky!” Gabriel yells as Ren, and I stand by the door of their tech-class with our backpacks, waiting. Bunking last period wasn’t the best decision we were making today with finals approaching soon. We were all accepted into University about a week ago. Since receiving our acceptance letters, Gabriel has not lifted a book to study. 


 I informed my friend, finals were still a big part of getting in. To say he didn't care, was the understatement of the year. 


 Then again, I am here with the brooding bunch as always. 


 “I am done with Matteo fucking Di Salvo, why couldn’t he stay in England like a good fuck boy?” Gabriel states as he walks out with Mero and Michel joining us. 


 “Because pussies don’t know how to stay in one place,” Michel responds, as he slides his hand through his gel brown hair. He is the shorter of the four boys, and the most muscular. 


 “That pussy better be careful,” Mero says as we all laugh. 
