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 location varies. One in particular catches my attention as Deno removes the one above it probably noticing something on that one too. 


 “I don’t blame Aliyana. You made fuckin’ promises. Kissed her on my rooftop, then again, the day we put our brother to rest. Claiming her, then throwing her aside. Now you marrying Camilla, the she demon as Luke clearly stated. I would be just as pissed off.” 


 “Get to your point,” I keep my voice low as I examine the picture in his hand. 


 “You fucked up, acting without thinking, now I am the one scraping up the fuckin’ pieces, while trying to prevent a group of power hungry, revengeful youngsters from starting a fucking war with her help.” Pause , “She's grown on me.” 
