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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

Elijah paced near the bloodstain, his mind working fast. Luca had been here. Injured. And now, gone.

Dante was already moving, checking for security cameras, looking for any sign of movement. Nathan, on the other hand, had his phone to his ear, making rapid calls.

"Elijah." Dante's voice was sharp. "We have footage."

They gathered around a small, grainy screen inside the security booth. The footage showed Luca stumbling through the dockyard, one hand clutching his side. Blood. He had been wounded.

A black SUV pulled up. Three men got out, grabbing Luca before he could react. He struggled, but he was outnumbered. They threw him into the back of the vehicle before speeding off.

Elijah's jaw clenched. "License plate?"

Nathan cursed under his breath. "Too blurry."

Dante crossed his arms. "But we know he's alive."

Elijah turned to Nathan. "Call your contacts. We need to know where that car went."

Nathan nodded, already dialing. Dante looked at Elijah. "And us?"

Elijah's gaze was cold. "We start hunting."

Years Ago – Luca & Nathan's Past

The tension in the dimly lit club was palpable. Luca Moretti leaned back in his seat, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he watched Nathan from across the room.

Nathan was pretending not to notice.

He nursed his drink, his fingers drumming against the glass. He wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't supposed to be watching Luca. And he sure as hell wasn't supposed to be remembering the way Luca had kissed him the last time they had met.

Nathan had told himself it was a mistake. A one-time thing.

"Are you going to keep pretending you don't want this?" Luca's voice was smooth as he slid into the seat beside Nathan.

Nathan exhaled, tilting his head slightly. "Want what?"

Luca chuckled, his fingers brushing against Nathan's knee under the table. "You tell me."

Nathan knew he should push him away.

Because Luca Moretti was his greatest mistake.

And he was already too deep to stop.

Shadows of the Past