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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

Elijah strode out of the elevator like nothing had happened. His steps were sharp, precise, controlled—everything his mind wasn't at that moment.

Dante followed at a leisurely pace, his smirk practically etched onto his face. "You're walking like a man with something to prove, tesoro."

Elijah didn't respond. He couldn't. His lips were still tingling, his body still betraying him with the memory of Dante's touch, of his mouth against his skin.

The moment they stepped into the private hallway leading to Elijah's penthouse, he reached for the keypad, his fingers shaking just slightly as he entered the code. He hated that Dante saw that.

The lock beeped, the door sliding open. Elijah stepped inside without looking back. "Go home, Moretti."

A chuckle. The warmth of a presence right behind him.

"Elijah," Dante murmured, his voice a slow drawl that curled around Elijah's spine like smoke. "You really think I'm just going to walk away after that?"

Elijah turned sharply, jaw clenched. "You should."

Dante's gaze dropped to his lips, then back to his eyes. "But you don't want me to."

Silence stretched between them. Thick. Stifling.

Dante stepped forward, closing the gap.

He should have moved. Should have stopped this. But the fire in Dante's gaze, the heat rolling off him—it was suffocating. Addictive.

Dante reached up, fingers brushing along Elijah's jaw before tilting his chin up.

"This is dangerous," Elijah breathed.

Dante smiled. "That's what makes it fun."

Elijah exhaled shakily. His hands pressed against Dante's chest—not to push him away, but to steady himself. "I hate you."

Dante leaned in, his lips barely a breath away. "Keep telling yourself that, tesoro."

And this time, Elijah didn't resist.

Dangerous Game