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

Until a few months ago, I waited for the chance to see him from afar. A part of me hoped he would look at me and realize what he was missing out on. But one Friday I didn’t see him walk into our home. 


 I was standing by the front door with my back to it. Still wearing my pj’s which were a loose white vest and sleep shorts with lord of the rings written on the ass, compliments of my friend, Diane who was a kickass wedding planner and one of the few ‘Normal’ friends Papa actually liked. 


 My hair was piled up onto the top of my head with a paintbrush holding it up and my feet were bare and a bit dirty from lounging at the pool while I waited for my Painting to dry so I can do touch ups. It was just after 2 in the afternoon. 


 Papa had called me and asked if I could open the door for his ‘Guest’. I decided to do it on my own, rather than call one of our house ladies. I was not lazy and I thought this guest could be Filippo or Guilia. This was not the case. 
