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

 Her face is blank, which is not something unusual when it comes to Anya. 


 "I'll see you when you get back. You can stay for Dinner. I'll call Deno and Leonardo, see if they want to join. Xander will be stopping by." 


 "Sound's like a plan. I'll fetch Mischa this weekend, you should come with us to the Manor." 


 "Of course, I'm coming. I think I'm getting suburban lice. How far do you live from Aliyana's house?" 


 "She invited me over for a few days, I said yes." This is new to me, Aliyana didn't mention anything, but why would she? 


 "She keeps wolves for pets," I tell my sister as I kiss her cheeks. 


 "I know." She winks, and as I usually do in my sister's company, I laugh. 


 Mischa rushes down the white-tiled staircase. Her eyes as black as her mothers' and my own - A trait only one bloodline in the Catelli Famiglia has. 


 Her black curly hair and naughty dimpled smile, including her wolf nose, is the epitome of her father, Lucca. 
