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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

The air inside the safehouse was thick with tension. The moment they arrived, Elijah shoved Luca into a chair, the impact hard enough to rattle the table. Dante stood near the door, arms crossed, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. Nathan lingered by the wall, silent but alert.

Luca exhaled dramatically, rubbing his wrist. "You know, for an old friend, you're really bad at hospitality."

Elijah wasn't in the mood for games. He slammed a gun onto the table, the sound sharp in the silence. "Start talking. Now."

Luca smirked. "And here I thought we'd have drinks first."

Dante let out a low chuckle. "If you don't start talking, amico, the only drink you'll be having is your own blood."

Luca sighed, finally dropping the act. "Fine. But you're not going to like what I have to say."

Elijah leaned in, voice low and dangerous. "Try me."

Luca held his gaze. "Your empire is already crumbling, Sinclair."

Elijah's grip on the gun tightened. "Lies."

Luca tilted his head. "Is it? Or have you noticed little cracks forming? Shipments going missing. Money vanishing. Allies suddenly avoiding your calls."

Elijah had noticed. But he wasn't about to give Luca the satisfaction.

Luca continued, his tone almost mocking. "You have a rat, caro mio. And it's someone close. Someone you trust."

The words struck like a blade to the gut.

Dante shifted, his amusement vanishing. "You better have proof."

Luca leaned back. "I do. But I'm not giving it away for free."

Elijah's patience was razor-thin. "What do you want?"

Luca's smile returned—this time, sharp as a knife. "Protection."

Luca's smirk faltered, just slightly.

Then he said a name that made the entire room go cold.

Elijah's blood ran ice-cold. "Dante's father?"

Luca exhaled. "Yeah. And trust me—he's coming for all of us."

The Devil’s Bargain