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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

Dante didn't wait for Elijah's answer.

One second, Elijah was pinned against the glass, Dante's breath hot against his skin. The next, he was being dragged across the penthouse, Dante's grip firm, unyielding.

"Where exactly are we going, Moretti?" Elijah asked, amusement laced in his voice as he allowed himself to be pulled toward the elevator.

Dante didn't bother looking back. "Somewhere safe."

Dante stopped abruptly, turning so fast that Elijah nearly collided into him. Their faces were close—too close.

"You think this is a game?" Dante's voice was low, dangerously calm. "You think Romano put a five-million-dollar bounty on you just to scare you?" His grip on Elijah's wrist tightened just slightly. "Every assassin in this city is about to come for your head, tesoro. You won't be able to breathe without someone tracking your every move."

Elijah held Dante's gaze, unbothered. "And yet, you found me first."

Dante's eyes flickered with something dark. "That's because you belong to me now."

Elijah smirked, stepping closer, deliberately invading Dante's space. "That so?" His voice was a slow drawl, taunting. "Because last I checked, Moretti, I don't belong to anyone."

Dante exhaled sharply, his grip shifting—less forceful, more possessive. He tilted his head slightly, eyes raking over Elijah like he was memorizing every inch of him.

"Not yet," Dante murmured. "But you will."

Before Elijah could react, Dante pulled him inside, slamming the emergency stop button as the doors closed behind them.

The small space buzzed with tension.

Elijah leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms, a smirk playing at his lips. "You always this dramatic, Moretti?"

Dante stepped forward, caging him in with one hand braced against the wall beside Elijah's head.

"Only when something valuable is at stake."

Elijah arched a brow. "And I'm valuable to you now?"

Dante's eyes darkened. His other hand moved, skimming along the fabric of Elijah's suit, down his side, slow and deliberate.

"You have no idea how much," Dante murmured.

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

The mafia boss smirked. "Careful, tesoro," he said, voice thick with amusement. "I can hear when you're affected."

Elijah huffed a laugh. "You're insufferable."

Dante leaned in, lips brushing against the shell of Elijah's ear. "And yet, you haven't pushed me away."

He should push him away. He should fight this.

But instead, he tilted his chin up, his smirk slow, dangerous. "If I belong to you, Moretti… what do I get in return?"

Dante's lips curled. "Oh, tesoro," he murmured.

The words sent a sharp thrill through Elijah's spine.

He was promising something far more dangerous.

Something Elijah wasn't sure he could resist.

The Devil's Deal