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

 “Have you seen the new La Crosse coach? He is sex on wheels, he can rub me up any day,” Kylie says in her Southern twang. Her long black hair and deep honey eyes keep you entranced by her natural beauty. Right now, it is keeping me laughing, as she wiggles them in the crazy way only Kylie can pull off. 


 But it is her light olive skin and feminism that really hooks a person. I recall the day when I met Kylie. We were younger then. It was months before we started attending University. She was dressed in a short pink dress and heels so high that when she marched over with Ren to introduce herself to me, I had to look up. 


 When she hugged me, I had my face in her boobs. 


 That day still brings a smile to my face. I never had a female friend before her. Especially one as famous as she was. Her name was always in the news, not often in the tabloids. 
