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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 parked the car outside an old, abandoned building on the outskirts of the city. The place looked rundown, but Nathan moved with familiarity, unlocking the door without hesitation.

"In here," Nathan ordered, helping Luca inside. Dante followed closely, his sharp gaze scanning for threats.

Elijah shut the door behind them, locking it tight. "This place yours?"

Nathan shook his head. "Not exactly. Just a place I used before."

Elijah didn't push. Right now, getting Luca stable was the priority.

Nathan guided Luca onto a worn-out couch, grabbing a first-aid kit from a nearby cabinet. The second he pressed gauze to the wound, Luca winced.

"Try not to kill me, Cross," Luca muttered.

Nathan didn't respond. He just tightened his grip, working fast to clean the wound.

Dante leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "We need to talk about Lorenzo."

Elijah nodded. "He let us go tonight, but next time? He won't."

Nathan finally spoke, his voice tense. "Lorenzo doesn't back down. He plays the long game."

Luca chuckled weakly. "Guess we have that in common."

Nathan shot him a look. "This isn't a joke."

Luca met his gaze, something flickering in his eyes. "I know."

Silence stretched between them, heavy with things unsaid.

Elijah finally broke it. "Rest for now. We'll figure out our next move in the morning."

But none of them would sleep easy.

Because Lorenzo wasn't their only problem.

Years Ago – Luca & Nathan's Past

The room was dimly lit, the scent of whiskey and gunpowder in the air.

Luca sat on the edge of the bed, watching Nathan pull on his shirt.

"You're leaving already?" Luca asked, voice laced with amusement.

Nathan didn't look at him. "I shouldn't have stayed this long."

Nathan exhaled, turning to face him. "We can't keep doing this."

Luca leaned back, his golden hair tousled, his lips curved into something dangerous. "You say that every time."

Nathan clenched his jaw. "Because it's true."

Luca's smirk faded, his gaze darkening. "Then leave."

Because no matter how much he tried to deny it—

And that terrified him more than anything.

Safe House