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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 first thing Elijah noticed when he woke up was warmth.

Dante's body was draped over his, one arm lazily slung around his waist, his face buried against Elijah's shoulder. His breathing was slow and steady, the kind of peace Elijah rarely saw in him when he was awake.

The second thing he noticed was the ache in his muscles—a reminder of the night before. A smirk tugged at his lips as flashes of heated kisses, tangled limbs, and breathless moans ran through his mind.

For a moment, just a moment, he let himself relax.

The city outside was already awake, the distant hum of traffic filtering through the penthouse windows. Sunlight streamed in, casting golden streaks over the sheets, over Dante's bare back, over the fresh marks Elijah had left on his skin.

Elijah reached for his phone on the nightstand, careful not to wake Dante. But the moment his fingers brushed against the screen, a deep voice rumbled against his skin.

"Don't," Dante murmured, tightening his grip around Elijah's waist. "It's too early for your workaholic bullshit."

Elijah huffed a quiet laugh. "Lorenzo isn't going to wait for us to recover."

Dante groaned, shifting so he was partially sprawled on top of Elijah. "Lorenzo can go to hell."

Elijah was about to respond when his phone buzzed violently in his hand. He glanced at the screen and immediately sat up, dislodging Dante in the process.

Dante groaned. "If I throw your phone out the window, will you murder me?"

Elijah ignored him and answered. "What?"

Nathan's voice was sharp. "We have a problem."

Elijah's jaw clenched. "What kind of problem?"

There was a pause, then a sigh. "Luca's missing."

Dante, now fully awake, sat up beside him. "What's going on?"

Nathan continued, his voice grim. "I just got word from one of our guys. Luca's last known location was near the shipping yard. Then, nothing. No calls, no sightings, nothing."

Elijah swung his legs over the bed, already shifting into work mode. "Who saw him last?"

*"One of our informants. Said he was acting strange, like he was looking for something—or someone."

Elijah exchanged a glance with Dante, who was already grabbing his discarded shirt from the floor.

Dante's voice was low. "You think Lorenzo got to him first?"

Elijah exhaled slowly, his mind racing. "If he did, we need to find out why."

Dante smirked, cracking his neck. "Looks like our morning just got interesting."

Elijah didn't say it out loud, but he felt it in his bones—

The Morning After