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

 "Do you think this one is going to get his attention?" Guilia asks me for the umpteenth time, facing the long narrow mirror and striking some really sexy poses. 


 "If Papa saw you in that you would get HIS attention.” She flinches, scrunching her nose. Yeah, I feel you sister. 


 “Why are you so obsessed with getting Marco to notice you? He is dangerous. Why can't you just go for Deno, he is a better option than his brother. Trust me on this." 


 Since Ren passed away, Marco avoids me like I carry a bad case of herpes. I see him but only when he is stopping by to see Papa. There’s quite a few of those ‘stopping by’ occurrences. In fact they are almost 4 times a week now. They used to be more infrequent and I also used to get a nod OF acknowledgement then. 
