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

 "Be careful, Aliyana." I nod my head slightly, understanding that this is our goodbye until we meet again, which I knew would be soon. 


 I walk toward Josey's Fraternity house, remembering, last minute she's staying there and not the dorms. 


 "Aliyana." I spin around at the sound of the man in the dark suit walking closer to me. 


 His strides are so long. Powerful. Marco's face is set in a harsh scowl as his eyes burn with so many emotions that I can't pinpoint just one. 


 He cradles my face in the palm of his hands. I surrender as his lips come in contact with mine. 


 His lips consume my senses as he glides his tongue into my mouth, touching my own. 
