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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 black SUV cut through the city streets, headlights slicing through the pre-dawn haze. Elijah sat in the passenger seat, his fingers drumming against his knee as he processed Nathan's words.

For a man who was supposed to be dead once before, this was not a coincidence.

Dante drove in silence, his focus razor-sharp. The weight of the night before still lingered between them—heated touches, tangled sheets, whispered names in the dark. But neither of them brought it up now. There was no room for distractions.

Nathan sat in the back, checking his phone. "Last sighting puts Luca near the shipping yard, but he never made contact with anyone after that."

Elijah exhaled sharply. "If Lorenzo got to him first, we might already be too late."

Dante tightened his grip on the wheel. "Then let's make sure we're not."

They arrived at the docks, the salty air thick with the scent of gasoline and rusted metal. The place was mostly deserted at this hour, save for a few night workers and the occasional security guard.

Nathan was already scanning the area. "Luca wouldn't just disappear without a fight."

Elijah agreed. Luca Moretti was reckless, but he wasn't stupid. If Lorenzo had managed to grab him, it meant something bigger was at play.

They moved quickly, checking the abandoned warehouses, the alleys between stacked cargo containers. Then—

Dante stopped short, his eyes narrowing. "Blood."

A small, dark stain on the concrete. Fresh.

Nathan crouched, touching the edge of the stain with gloved fingers. "Still warm."

Elijah's gut tightened. He turned to Dante. "You think Luca ran, or was he taken?"

Dante scanned the surroundings. "If he ran, he's injured. If he was taken…" His expression darkened. "Then Lorenzo's already ahead of us."

Nathan straightened. "Then we need to move."

Elijah pulled out his phone, dialing one of his informants. He had a feeling things were about to get a lot worse.

Years Ago – Luca & Nathan's Past

The first time Nathan Cross met Luca Moretti, it had been a disaster.

Nathan had been younger, less hardened, still trying to prove himself in the ranks of the Sinclair family. Luca, on the other hand, had walked in like he owned the damn place.

The Moretti heir had been a cocky bastard, all sharp smiles and dangerous eyes.

"You don't trust me, do you?" Luca had asked, smirking as he leaned against the bar, sipping his drink like he had all the time in the world.

Nathan scoffed. "Why the hell would I?"

Luca tilted his head, his brown eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "Because you want to."

Nathan had clenched his jaw, unwilling to admit that Luca wasn't entirely wrong. There was something about him—something that drew Nathan in despite his better judgment.

Because deep down, Nathan had always known—

Luca Moretti was going to ruin him.

Tracking Luca