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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 air inside the safe house was thick with tension.

Luca was stable, but his presence alone set everyone on edge. He sat with a lazy smirk, despite the pain evident in his posture. Nathan remained close, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Dante paced, restless, while Elijah leaned against the doorframe, watching them all.

"We can't just sit here," Dante said, his voice sharp. "Lorenzo won't wait for us to make a move."

"No, but we need to know what we're up against," Elijah countered. He turned to Luca. "You resurfaced after years of being presumed dead. Now Lorenzo's coming after all of us. Start talking."

Luca's smirk faded. He exhaled, running a hand through his disheveled blond hair. "Lorenzo and I were supposed to be allies."

Nathan scoffed. "You betrayed him."

Luca tilted his head. "Did I?" His eyes locked onto Nathan's, something dangerous flickering in them. "Or was it the other way around?"

Nathan's jaw tightened. "Don't turn this around, Moretti."

Dante's patience snapped. "Enough." He stepped forward, his tone sharp. "What the hell happened between you and Lorenzo?"

Luca hesitated. For the first time, his usual arrogance faltered.

"I was working with him," Luca admitted. "But I wasn't the only one." He glanced at Nathan. "You remember, don't you?"

Nathan didn't answer immediately. His hands curled into fists, his shoulders tense. "I remember you disappearing," he finally said. "I remember thinking you were dead."

Luca's lips pressed into a thin line. "Lorenzo wanted me dead. And he used you to make it happen."

Elijah's sharp gaze flicked to Nathan. "Is that true?"

Nathan didn't deny it. But his voice was tight when he spoke. "I didn't have a choice."

Luca let out a bitter chuckle. "You always had a choice."

Tension crackled between them, years of unresolved history threatening to surface.

Dante stepped between them. "If we're going to survive this, we need to work together." His eyes met Luca's. "All of us."

Luca studied him for a long moment before finally nodding.

Years Ago – The Truth About Luca's Past

Nathan stood in the shadows of a warehouse, rain dripping from his soaked jacket. He shouldn't have come.

Luca leaned against a crate, a cigarette dangling from his lips. When he saw Nathan, his smirk widened. "Didn't think you'd show."

Nathan's hands curled into fists. "You're playing a dangerous game."

Luca stepped closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. "I don't play, Nathan." His fingers brushed against Nathan's jaw, his touch familiar. "I only do what's necessary."

Nathan's breath hitched. "Lorenzo—"

"I don't answer to Lorenzo anymore."

Nathan stiffened. "Then who do you answer to?"

Luca's smirk returned. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Buried Truths