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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 clenched his jaw as the car sped through the city, his mind racing. Luca Moretti. The name alone sent a sharp pulse of anger through his veins.

The man had been dead to him for years.

Now, he was back. And he had tried to kill him.

Dante sat beside him, one leg crossed over the other, looking far too relaxed for a man about to go hunting. "So," Dante mused, glancing over at Elijah. "Are we killing him, or just making him wish he were dead?"

Elijah shot him a sharp look. "He has information. I want him alive."

Nathan, who was driving, said nothing. But his grip on the steering wheel tightened ever so slightly. Elijah noticed.

"Nathan." His voice was firm. "Tell me what you know."

Nathan hesitated. "Luca disappearing wasn't an accident."

Elijah's eyes narrowed. "Meaning?"

Nathan exhaled through his nose, gaze locked on the road. "I knew he wasn't dead."

Silence. A sharp, cutting silence that filled the car like a loaded gun.

Elijah's jaw tensed. "And you didn't tell me?"

Nathan's grip on the wheel tightened. "I wasn't sure. And if I was wrong—"

Elijah didn't let him finish. "That wasn't your decision to make."

Nathan didn't flinch. "I made a call. And I stand by it."

Dante let out a low whistle. "Well, this just got interesting."

Elijah ignored him. "Where is he?"

Nathan finally met his gaze in the rearview mirror. "If Luca resurfaced, he'll be in the one place he always felt untouchable."

Dante chuckled darkly. "Ah. The Black Lotus."

Elijah's stomach twisted. The Black Lotus was an underground casino and nightclub—neutral territory for criminals, informants, and those looking to disappear.

If Luca was there, finding him wouldn't be easy.

Getting him out alive? Even harder.

Dante leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Looks like we're going to a party, tesoro."

Elijah exhaled slowly, his rage simmering beneath the surface.

Hunting Ghosts