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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 – Walking into the Fire

The warehouse was cold and dimly lit, the air thick with dust and the scent of old metal. Elijah, Dante, Luca, and Nathan stood in a loose circle, tension crackling between them.

Elijah folded his arms. "Lorenzo's next shipment moves tonight. That's our chance."

Dante nodded. "We cut him off before he even realizes what's happening."

Luca leaned against a crate, smirking. "Ambitious. But Lorenzo isn't stupid. If he even suspects a setup, he'll send someone else in his place."

Nathan shot him a sharp look. "Which is why we need a backup plan."

Luca chuckled. "Oh, Cross, always so careful."

Nathan ignored him. "We need to isolate Lorenzo, force him to come out himself."

Elijah exchanged a look with Dante. "Then we make it personal."

Dante's jaw tightened. "You mean using Luca as bait."

Luca grinned. "I do love being the center of attention."

Nathan's eyes darkened. "It's too risky."

Elijah was firm. "It's the only way."

Silence stretched between them before Luca let out a dramatic sigh. "Fine. But if I die, I'm haunting all of you."

Nathan's expression hardened. "Not funny."

Dante checked his watch. "We don't have time to argue. We move now."

As they filed out of the warehouse, none of them noticed the shadow lurking in the far corner.

Someone was already one step ahead.

And the betrayal had already begun.

Nathan pressed Luca against the wall, his breath ragged. "You don't know when to stop, do you?"

Luca's smirk didn't waver. "Isn't that why you like me?"

Nathan's hands tightened on his jacket. "This isn't a game, Luca."

Luca's smirk finally faded. "It never was."

For the first time, there was something raw in his eyes—something real.

Nathan couldn't afford to believe him.

Luca watched him leave, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.

The Setup