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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 warehouse was still smoldering. Ash floated through the air like tainted snow, the sharp scent of gunpowder clinging to Elijah's suit. He stood amidst the wreckage, surveying the carnage Lorenzo Moretti had left behind. His men moved through the debris, checking bodies, salvaging what they could, but there was nothing left worth saving.

Luca kicked over a broken crate, his expression twisted with irritation. "This wasn't just an ambush. This was a damn performance."

Dante wiped a smear of blood from his jaw, his cold gaze sweeping across the scene. "He didn't come here to win. He came here to send a message."

Nathan crouched beside one of the fallen men, his gloved fingers tracing something carved into the concrete floor. His face darkened as he stood and turned to Elijah.

"It's not over," he murmured, his voice low.

Elijah took a step closer, narrowing his eyes at the deep scratches in the ground. A crude symbol had been dug into the concrete with a knife—a wolf's head, the unmistakable mark of Lorenzo Moretti. And beneath it, words that sent a chill through him:

"Tick-tock, Sinclair. You're running out of time."

A muscle in Elijah's jaw tightened. Lorenzo was taunting him, trying to get under his skin. It wasn't working. If anything, it only fueled the fire burning inside him.

Luca exhaled sharply. "The bastard wants you paranoid. Wants you thinking he's always watching."

Elijah's lips curled into a smirk, dark amusement flickering in his eyes. "Let him watch. He'll choke on what he sees next."

Dante chuckled. "That's the Sinclair I know."

Elijah turned to his men. "Clean up. Burn the rest." His tone was sharp, unforgiving. "We move now."

Elijah looked at him, his smirk fading into something far more menacing. "To Lorenzo. I'm done playing defense."

Back at one of Elijah's private estates, the air was thick with tension. Dante leaned against the edge of the bar, rolling a glass of whiskey between his fingers while Nathan spread out the intel they had gathered.

"There's a pattern," Nathan said, pointing to the marked locations on the map. "Every attack Lorenzo has made is circling something."

Nathan slid his finger across the paper, stopping at a familiar name. "A shipping yard. One of Elijah's old assets."

Dante straightened, his smirk fading. "That yard was abandoned years ago."

Elijah's eyes darkened. "Then why the hell is Lorenzo so interested in it now?"

Silence settled over the room before Nathan finally said, "Only one way to find out."

Dante downed the rest of his whiskey and set the glass down with a smirk. "Looks like we have a rat to smoke out."

Elijah's fingers grazed the handle of his gun. "Let's make it hurt."

A Warning in Blood