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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 weight of Luca's words settled over the room like a death sentence.

Elijah paced the length of the safehouse, mind racing. If Lorenzo Moretti was truly back, it wasn't just a threat—it was a declaration of war.

Dante stood stiffly by the window, his expression unreadable. His father was supposed to be dead. The man had ruled with an iron grip, built an empire from blood and fear, and then vanished without a trace.

Now, he was back. And Dante knew one thing for sure.

Lorenzo Moretti didn't return unless he was coming to kill.

Nathan broke the silence. "If he's coming after Luca first, that means he's already making moves."

Elijah stopped pacing. "Then we don't wait for him to come to us. We strike first."

Luca let out a dry laugh. "And here I thought I was reckless."

Dante finally turned from the window. His voice was calm, but there was something deadly in his tone. "Where did you see him, Luca?"

Luca hesitated, as if debating whether to keep that information to himself. But one look at Dante's face made him think better of it.

"Sicily," he admitted. "He was meeting with the old families. Gaining allies. The ones who want you dead."

Dante smirked. "They've always wanted me dead."

Luca shook his head. "No, this is different. Lorenzo isn't just rebuilding his power—he's uniting the ones who were too afraid to make a move on you before. You and Sinclair have been untouchable for years." His brown eyes darkened. "But Lorenzo doesn't play by the same rules. He'll burn everything down to take back what he thinks is his."

Elijah's fingers curled into fists. "Then we make sure he never gets the chance."

Before anyone could respond, a phone buzzed.

Nathan glanced at his, then went pale. "We have a problem."

He turned the screen toward Elijah. A live security feed flickered on the display, showing one of their warehouses—under attack.

Gunfire. Explosions. Men in black tactical gear storming in.

Dante clenched his jaw. "It's already started."

Elijah grabbed his gun, his voice ice-cold. "Let's end it."

The First Strike