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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 city never slept, and neither did Elijah Sinclair when he was on the hunt.

Nathan had pulled every string, shaken down every informant, and combed through hours of surveillance footage. Finally, they had a lead—a black SUV matching the one in the dockyard footage had been spotted entering an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

Dante loaded his gun, his expression unreadable. "This could be a trap."

Nathan adjusted his gloves, his eyes colder than usual. "Doesn't matter. We're going in."

The warehouse was quiet—too quiet. The three of them moved in sync, slipping through the shadows, weapons drawn.

Inside, the air smelled of dust and gasoline. Stacked crates lined the walls, and flickering lights cast eerie shadows across the floor.

Elijah stiffened. He signaled to the others and followed the sound, his heart pounding.

Luca was slumped against a chair, his hands tied, blood smeared across his temple. His shirt was torn, revealing bruises forming on his ribs. But despite the state he was in, his smirk was still intact.

"Took you assholes long enough," he rasped.

Nathan's breath hitched, but he masked it quickly. "You look like shit."

Luca grinned, coughing. "You should see the other guys."

Elijah's sharp gaze swept the room. "Where's Lorenzo?"

Luca's smile faded. "Gone. He wanted me alive, but I don't think that's gonna last much longer."

Dante cut Luca free, supporting his weight as he staggered to his feet. "Then let's get the hell out of here before he comes back."

But just as they turned toward the exit—

Years Ago – Luca & Nathan's Past

Nathan wasn't supposed to be here.

He wasn't supposed to be in Luca Moretti's car, parked in some secluded alleyway with nothing but tension thick between them.

Luca tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, glancing at Nathan with a knowing smirk. "You're thinking too hard."

Nathan exhaled. "I'm thinking about how stupid this is."

Luca tilted his head. "Then leave."

Luca chuckled. "That's what I thought."

Nathan gritted his teeth. "You're playing a dangerous game."

Luca leaned in, his lips inches away from Nathan's. "And you love it."

Because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stay away.

And that was going to cost them both.

The Hunt Heats Up