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Elijah Sinclair is the youngest and most ruthless CEO in the city, known for his arrogance, cunning business tactics, and an ego the size of his billion-dollar empire. He doesn't take no for an answer—until he crosses paths with a dangerous man who couldn't care less about his money or influence.

Dante Moretti, the feared heir to the Moretti Mafia, is cold, merciless, and used to people cowering before him. That is until he meets Elijah, a man who refuses to back down, even when a gun is pointed at his head. What starts as a dangerous game of threats and defiance soon turns into something neither of them expected—attraction.

Now, with both their worlds colliding, Elijah finds himself in the middle of a deadly mafia war, and Dante finds himself doing something he swore he never would—falling for a cocky CEO who makes his blood boil in more ways than one.

Will their love survive betrayal, gunfire, and a whole lot of stubborn pride? Or will their worlds tear them apart before they can even admit their feelings?

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Excerpt:

Elijah took a leisurely sip of his whiskey, completely unfazed by the armed men surrounding him. "You know," he mused, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, "when someone invites me to a meeting, I usually expect dinner. Not death threats."

Dante leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "Most men would be begging for their lives right now."

"Most men aren’t me." Elijah smirked.

A slow grin spread across Dante's face. "You're either fearless or an idiot, Sinclair."

"Or maybe I just enjoy pissing off men with superiority complexes."

A chuckle rumbled from Dante’s chest. Dangerous. Deep. Amused. "I should kill you for that."

Elijah raised an eyebrow. "You won’t."

Dante tilted his head. "Oh? And why not?"

Elijah leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Because I think you like me, Moretti."

For the first time in years, Dante was speechless.

And that was how Elijah Sinclair, the most arrogant CEO in the city, became the unexpected obsession of the Mafia’s most feared heir.

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The Mafia's Boyfriend or The Dangerous Lover

The air between them was thick, electric.

Dante's grip on Elijah's waist tightened, his fingers pressing firmly against the expensive fabric of his suit. His body was still flush against Elijah's, heat radiating between them, breaths mingling.

Elijah should have stepped away. Should have put distance between them.

Instead, he exhaled slowly, watching the way Dante's dark brown eyes flickered with something raw. Something dangerous.

"A five-million-dollar bounty." Elijah hummed, tilting his head slightly. "Should I be flattered?"

Dante scoffed. "Romano isn't offering that much because he wants you." His gaze darkened. "He wants you gone."

Elijah smirked. "And yet, I'm still here."

Dante didn't return the smirk. Instead, his fingers flexed against Elijah's side, his jaw clenching. "Not for long if we don't move."

Elijah chuckled, deliberately running his fingers down Dante's chest, teasing. Testing. "I like my penthouse, Moretti. I don't run just because some mafia thug slaps a price on my head."

Dante let out a low, exasperated laugh. "You really have no sense of self-preservation, do you?"

Elijah leaned in, close enough that his lips almost brushed against Dante's jaw. "And you really like that about me, don't you?"

Dante's breath hitched for just a second—just long enough for Elijah to notice.

Then, in a swift movement, Dante grabbed Elijah's wrist and spun him around, pinning him against the glass window.

Elijah barely had time to react before Dante pressed against him, trapping him there with his body. His breath was hot against Elijah's ear.

"You don't get it, tesoro," Dante murmured, his voice low, dark. "This isn't just about you anymore."

Elijah swallowed hard, his pulse spiking.

Dante's fingers skimmed down Elijah's arm, slow and deliberate, before intertwining their hands. "That bounty? It's a declaration of war. Romano just put a target on both our backs."

Elijah exhaled, tilting his head slightly to meet Dante's gaze. "And what, Moretti? You're here to save me?" His voice dripped with amusement. "How noble."

Dante smirked, but there was no humor in it. "Oh no, tesoro." His grip on Elijah's wrist tightened slightly. "I'm here to own you."

Dante leaned in, lips brushing dangerously close to Elijah's neck. "You said you wouldn't run?" His voice was a whisper now, taunting. "Good. Because I don't let go of what's mine."

The words sent a sharp thrill through Elijah's body. A mix of adrenaline and something far more dangerous.

Dante pulled back slightly, his eyes dark, possessive. "So, what's it going to be, Sinclair? You coming with me willingly?" His smirk deepened. "Or do I have to take you?"

Elijah exhaled sharply, his own smirk creeping onto his lips. "Careful, Moretti." He leaned in, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I just might enjoy that."

Dante's low chuckle sent a shiver through Elijah's spine. "Oh, tesoro," he murmured, voice thick with promise.

"You have no idea what you're in for."

A Dangerous Game