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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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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's grip tightened on the doorframe. "What kind of incident?"

His assistant hesitated, eyes darting toward Dante before returning to him. "It's your company, sir. There was… an attack."

"What?" His voice was sharp, demanding.

"There was an explosion in the parking garage," she explained quickly. "Security says it was a targeted attack. No casualties, but—"

Elijah was already moving, grabbing his coat. "Get the car ready."

Dante caught his wrist before he could storm out. "Elijah, wait."

Elijah yanked his arm free, his pulse thrumming with adrenaline. "This isn't your concern, Moretti."

Dante's expression darkened. "Someone just tried to kill you, tesoro. That makes it my concern."

Elijah clenched his jaw. He wanted to argue, wanted to push Dante away, but there wasn't time.

And deep down, he knew Dante was right.

Minutes later, they were in the car, the city lights blurring past as Elijah dialed his security chief. "Tell me everything."

"We have footage," the man reported. "A masked individual planted the explosives under your car. If you hadn't left early—"

Elijah exhaled sharply. "Do we have an ID?"

There was a hesitation on the line.

Then, the name dropped like a bomb:

Dante swore under his breath. Elijah's vision blurred with rage.

Luca Romano. A name he knew too well.

A traitor. A former business partner who had disappeared after a failed hostile takeover—someone Elijah had trusted once. Someone he had let live.

His hands curled into fists. "Where is he?"

"We're tracking him," the security chief replied. "But if he's working with the mafia—"

Dante met his gaze, smirking. "Looks like you need me after all, tesoro."

Hated that they were about to go hunting together.

But most of all—he hated how much he was looking forward to it.

Blood and Betrayal