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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

Chapter 10 : Out of the Lion's Den

The second the elevator doors slid open, the heat between them vanished—replaced by the cold reality waiting outside.

Nathan stood there, arms crossed, his expression equal parts exasperated and unimpressed.

"Took you long enough," he said, eyes flicking between Elijah and Dante. He narrowed them slightly. "Do I even want to know what caused the delay?"

Elijah smirked, adjusting his tie. "Technical difficulties."

Nathan rolled his eyes. "Right. Sure." Then he turned serious. "We need to move. Romano's men are already scouring the city for you."

Dante was already ahead of him, checking his gun, his posture sharp. "How many?"

"Too many." Nathan's voice was grim. "We intercepted chatter—there's a sniper waiting at the docks, two teams sweeping your usual routes, and I wouldn't be surprised if someone's already staked out this building."

Elijah exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Tch. Five million's really got them motivated."

Nathan ignored the sarcasm. "We have a safehouse set up on the west side, but getting there won't be easy." His eyes flicked to Dante. "Unless Mr. Mafia Boss here has a better idea."

Dante smirked, completely unfazed. "Of course I do." He pulled out his phone, tapping a message. "Car will be here in two minutes. Bulletproof. Armed escort. We'll get out my way."

Nathan raised an eyebrow. "And what's your way?"

Dante glanced at Elijah, his expression unreadable. "The way that ensures no one dares come after him again."

Elijah arched a brow, intrigued. "And what, Moretti? You planning on putting a bounty on Romano instead?"

Dante's smirk was slow, dangerous. "Oh no, tesoro." He stepped closer, his voice lowering to something dark.

The words sent a chill down Elijah's spine. Not from fear—from excitement.

Nathan sighed. "I really don't like how much you two get along."

Before Elijah could respond, the sound of screeching tires filled the air.

Dante's car—a sleek, armored black vehicle—pulled up outside the building. The tinted windows gleamed under the city lights, and the driver barely had time to open the door before Dante was already moving.

Elijah exchanged a glance with Nathan before smirking. "Well, since you asked so nicely."

He slid into the backseat, Dante following right behind him.

The doors shut. The car peeled off.

And just like that—Elijah was no longer in his territory.

He was in Dante Moretti's world now.

A world he wasn't sure he wanted to leave.

Even if he tried to, he can never escape Dante Moretti or he will be killed off by Dante's rivals.

It's now a choice for him to choose from either he let's Dante Moretti to protect him or he stays on his own knowing fully well that his life is in more danger.

He couldn't decide which he want to choose from.

What will he do now? everything is just a little bit confusing.