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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's heart pounded as he ducked behind a rusted car, gunfire ringing in his ears. The second group—whoever they were—had stormed in fast, forcing Lorenzo to retreat. But that didn't mean they were safe.

Dante crouched beside him, reloading his gun. "We need an exit—now."

Nathan had Luca propped up against a wall, his face grim. "He's losing too much blood."

Luca let out a weak chuckle, despite the pain. "You guys worry too much."

Elijah gritted his teeth. "Shut up, Moretti."

Dante peered through the chaos. "There—side alley."

Dante and Nathan provided cover fire as Elijah darted forward, scanning for threats. The alley was clear—for now. He signaled the others. "Move!"

Nathan practically dragged Luca as they sprinted through the narrow passageway. Behind them, gunfire continued, but their attackers were too busy dealing with each other to give chase.

By the time they reached the getaway car, Luca was barely holding on.

Elijah slammed the driver's door shut. "We need to get him patched up."

Nathan's jaw clenched. "I know a place."

Dante looked over at him. "Is it safe?"

Nathan didn't answer immediately. Instead, he glanced at Luca, something unreadable in his eyes. "It's the only option."

Elijah didn't argue. "Fine. Tell me where to go."

As the car sped into the night, one thought loomed over all of them—

Years Ago – Luca & Nathan's Past

Nathan paced in the dimly lit room, tension thrumming in his veins.

Luca leaned against the desk, watching him. "You're going to wear a hole in the floor."

Nathan stopped. "You don't take anything seriously, do you?"

Luca's smirk faded. "I take you seriously."

Then, Luca stepped forward, brushing a thumb over Nathan's lips. "You want to walk away?" His voice was quiet, dangerous.

A Dangerous Escape