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

 "Absolutely not!" My father yells from his brown leather chair. 


 Deno and I are seated on the two front chairs, studying the man who raised us from afar after my mother's death. 


 In the last hour, we have explained the situation to him. I told my father about Amariya, who has gone AWOL. Deno informed him about Lucca, who's now actively looking for Mischa. And lastly, a possible marriage between Aliyana and myself happening in the near future. 


 And like we predicted; he wasn't surprised Amariya was gone. He lost his shit about Lucca, calling him an ungrateful brat and banged his hands on the table. And now, he has refused my marriage to Aliyana. My father is predictable and a hard-headed man. 


 "We had an agreement when you came in this door 6-years-ago with the same story about that fucking woman you met. What was her name?" 
