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

 I was raised to like what I do. To be proud of who I am, A Catelli. 


 The day I killed my first man, I wasn't even 9. A burglar got into our house and held a gun against Deno's head. My mother tried to get the burglar to take her. The asshole shot her. My mother was brave and managed to get him on the leg. Deno ran away from the intruder, but I was so filled with anger that I took my mother's Glock and clipped him 5 times. 


 Only to get outside and find the soldiers who were protecting our home, sleeping. My father killed them once he got home. I stood there and watched. My mother survived only to die 3 years later by a bullet to her head. 


 My brother was barely 8 at the time, and Anya was just a baby. Deno remembers it in his dreams. I have lived that fucked up day for years. 


 My father told me one saying that helped him along the years to deal with the nightmare, 'it is what it is.' 


 Today those same words came back to me; only I wasn't burying my mother. 
