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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 tension in the safe house hadn't eased. Luca sat on the couch, rolling a cigarette between his fingers, his usual smirk subdued. Across from him, Nathan remained silent, his posture rigid.

Dante finally broke the silence. "We need a plan."

Elijah nodded. "Lorenzo let us go, but he won't be so generous next time."

Luca scoffed. "Generous? He was toying with us."

Nathan's gaze sharpened. "And what exactly does Lorenzo want from you?"

Luca exhaled, finally lighting his cigarette. "Power. Control. He doesn't just want me dead—he wants to erase me."

Elijah's expression darkened. "And what did you do to piss him off that badly?"

Luca's smirk returned, but there was no amusement in his eyes. "I stopped playing by his rules."

Dante wasn't convinced. "That's not an answer."

Luca met his gaze. "No, it's not."

Elijah clenched his jaw. "Fine. We'll deal with that later. Right now, we need to move before Lorenzo makes his next move."

Nathan finally spoke. "We should go after him first."

Luca chuckled. "Bold. Reckless. I like it."

Nathan ignored him. "If we wait, we'll be on the defensive. We need to take control before he does."

Dante considered it. "Lorenzo has an entire network. He won't be easy to corner."

Elijah smirked. "Then we don't corner him. We make him come to us."

Luca raised an eyebrow. "And how do you propose we do that?"

Elijah's gaze darkened. "By hitting him where it hurts."

The night was cold, the city streets slick with rain.

Luca stood at the edge of an alley, waiting. He was never one to show up first, but this wasn't just any meeting.

Footsteps echoed behind him. He didn't have to turn to know who it was.

Nathan's voice was low. "You shouldn't have called me."

Luca finally turned, his golden hair damp, his brown eyes unreadable. "And yet, here you are."

Nathan clenched his jaw. "What do you want, Luca?"

Luca stepped closer, his voice dropping. "I need your help."

"You still feel it, don't you?" Luca's fingers brushed against Nathan's.

Nathan stiffened. "This isn't about that."

Nathan exhaled sharply. "You're going to get yourself killed."

Luca leaned in, his lips inches away. "Then why are you still here?"

Luca Moretti was his greatest mistake.

A Dangerous Gamble