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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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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

Pain burned through Luca's side as he sat in a dimly lit room, his wrists bound behind the chair. Lorenzo stood across from him, a glass of whiskey in hand, watching him like a predator sizing up its prey.

"You always had a habit of running, Luca," Lorenzo mused, taking a sip. "But this time, you ran right into my hands."

Luca smirked despite the pain. "And here I thought you'd be happy to see me, cugino."

Lorenzo's smirk vanished. In a flash, he grabbed Luca's jaw, forcing him to look up. "Do you think this is a game? You betrayed the family. You chose your own ambitions over blood."

Luca chuckled, voice hoarse. "Please. Don't act like you ever gave a damn about family."

Lorenzo released him with a sharp shove. "You're going to tell me everything you know about Sinclair and Moretti's next move."

Luca leaned back, casual despite the blood staining his shirt. "And if I don't?"

Lorenzo's smile was cruel. "Then I'll remind you why no one betrays me and lives."

Luca swallowed, but his smirk never wavered. He had faced death before.

But this time, he wasn't sure if he'd walk away.

Elijah cleaned his gun with steady hands, his mind anything but calm. Dante sat across from him, loading ammunition.

"We need to hit Lorenzo fast," Dante said. "Before he has time to dig in."

Elijah nodded. "He has Luca. We can't let him keep him."

Dante scoffed. "Why do you even care? Luca's a snake. He's the reason you nearly lost everything."

Elijah's jaw clenched. "And yet, I can't shake the feeling that Nathan's betrayal wasn't as simple as it looked."

Dante paused, then sighed. "You think he's playing both sides?"

Elijah met his gaze. "I think he's not ready to let go of Luca."

Dante leaned back, rubbing a hand over his face. "Then we use that."

Because at the end of the day, the only thing more dangerous than loyalty—

Nathan's hands shook as he stared at his phone.

The Thin Line Between Loyalty and Love