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

 Josey and I are in the same boat, except I avoid a confrontation with Marco while she goes all in. Either way, we’re both aren't getting what we want. Or better yet, who. 


 Leonardo says something and starts laughing. 


 The guy is something to look at, but right now he is looking at a very fleshy brunette and her D-cups. It isn't the first time I imagine what Ren would do now if he were here. 


 “Do you ever plan on talking to his brother? I am sure if you did he might just surprise you. He doesn't seem like the dark and brooding type. I am sure his brother is the same. Still can't believe he is part of the Syndicate.” 


 I roll my eyes, as my knees remain planted on the couch and my fingers on the curtains. 
