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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

Present Day – Warehouse Shootout

The first shot shattered the silence, sending a rain of bullets through the dimly lit warehouse.

Elijah dove behind a crate, Dante pulling Luca with him while Nathan returned fire, his expression dark with focus.

"Of course, it couldn't just be an easy rescue," Luca muttered, wincing as he pressed a hand to his bruised ribs.

Dante glared at him. "Shut up and stay down."

Elijah peeked over the crate, his sharp eyes scanning the area. Shadows moved between the pillars—at least five men, maybe more.

Nathan cursed under his breath. "They were waiting for us."

Elijah smirked, cocking his gun. "Then let's not disappoint them."

He popped up, firing two precise shots—one man dropped, another staggered back, clutching his shoulder. Nathan moved swiftly, taking out another. Dante's aim was deadly as always, covering Luca while he struggled to stay upright.

But Lorenzo's men were relentless. More bullets flew, ricocheting off metal beams. The air smelled of gunpowder and sweat.

Luca's vision blurred for a second, his body weak from blood loss. But when he saw one of Lorenzo's men sneaking up on Nathan—

Luca lunged, grabbing the man's wrist before he could fire. The gun went off, missing Nathan by inches.

Nathan whirled around, his eyes widening.

Luca grinned despite the pain. "You're welcome."

But there was something else in his expression—something unreadable.

Dante fired the last shot, and the warehouse fell into silence.

Elijah exhaled, standing up. "We need to move before more of them show up."

Luca smirked. "Missed me, didn't you?"

Nathan didn't answer. He just grabbed Luca's arm, steadying him as they made their way out.

But as they stepped into the night—

Years Ago – Luca & Nathan's Past

Nathan should have walked away the moment Luca kissed him.

It was messy, desperate, a clash of teeth and heat.

Luca pulled him closer, his fingers gripping Nathan's collar like he was afraid to let go. Nathan's hands found Luca's waist, pressing him against the car.

Because the moment they gave in—

They knew there was no turning back.

Bullets and Ghosts