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

The other reason is the part where I am Sartini Capello’s half-blood daughter. My father is a scary man, and the scowl on his face he manages to keep in company doesn't allow for an easy conversation to say ‘I want to marry your daughter.’ 


 Well, marriage for me was not going to be easy, and I am relieved Papa hasn't broached the subject. He seems content to have me home, unmarried for now. 


 On one side I am glad but, on the other, there is this part that wants something I can't have and I wish my father could give it to me. Marco was right when he said I didn’t want the choice. The choice or choices didn’t want me either. 


 Maybe that is the reason I always chose to take risks. 


 Papa has loved me from the day he saw me, and he has claimed me as his favorite from then too. A Russians' daughter. 


 But I knew if it wasn’t for the mask, I wore of my mother that would not be the case. 
