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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

The room fell into a suffocating silence.

Elijah barely blinked as he studied Luca, searching for any hint of deception. But for once, the smirk was gone, replaced by something colder. Something that almost resembled fear.

Dante was the first to move. His fists clenched at his sides, his breathing measured but tight.

"My father is dead," he said, voice flat.

Luca chuckled, but there was no humor in it. "You really believe that, bello?" He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "Lorenzo Moretti isn't the kind of man who just dies. He disappears. He waits. And when the time is right…" His eyes darkened. "He comes back."

Nathan glanced at Dante, gauging his reaction. But Dante was frozen—his entire body a taut wire ready to snap.

Elijah finally spoke, his voice laced with suspicion. "How do you know?"

Luca exhaled. "Because I saw him. A month ago. In Sicily."

Dante's fists tightened. "Bullshit."

Luca met his glare. "I wish it was."

Nathan shifted uncomfortably. "If this is true, why the hell is he resurfacing now?"

Luca hesitated. Then—"Because he's not just back. He's coming for all of us."

Elijah's patience snapped. "Enough riddles, Moretti. Tell us everything. Now."

Luca ran a hand through his blonde hair, exhaling sharply. "Lorenzo Moretti isn't just some mafioso. He's a legend. A ghost. For years, he ruled the underworld from the shadows. No one dared cross him. Then, one night, he vanished—took his most loyal men and disappeared like he never existed."

Dante's jaw clenched, but he stayed silent.

Luca continued. "The rumors said he was dead. That someone finally managed to kill the devil himself." He leaned back, shaking his head. "But the truth? He's been rebuilding. Watching. And now, he's ready to step back into the game."

Elijah folded his arms. "And why would he come for us?"

Luca met his eyes. "Because we're standing in his way."

Dante finally spoke, his voice quiet but lethal. "Why should we believe you?"

Luca smirked again, but it was sharp, bitter. "Because, amore, he's after me first."

Nathan's stomach twisted at the way Luca said it—half-joking, half-terrified.

Elijah exhaled slowly. "If Lorenzo Moretti really is back…" He turned to Dante. "Then you're the one he'll come for next."

But something flickered in his eyes—something dark, something dangerous.

And for the first time in a long time, Elijah wondered if even Dante Moretti was ready for the war that was coming.

The Ghost of the Underworld