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

Kylie’s easy nature dissipates, as she stares at my supposed to be dead cousin, looking almost bored. 


 “Jokes aside, what really brings you here?” 


 He sighs and takes a sip of his beer, “We’re lookin’ for YOUR brother, Vincent.” 


 Vincent? His name has me getting up and moving toward the guy in the middle of the room dressed in leather. 


 “What do you want with Vincent?” Vincent is a distant cousin of mine but he is a Capo now and a strong member of the Famiglia. He is also a second cousin to the Catelli brothers. This isn't good. 


 “I don't discuss club business.” The man in front of me states and crosses his arms, trying to intimidate me. 


 Marco Catelli is intimidating, Deno too. This biker doesn't scare me. 


 “He isn't part of your club. He is a member of the Famiglia. When his name left your mouth, it became my business.” I glare at him, as I point out the obvious. 


 It is my father’s business and I am my father’s daughter. 
