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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

Elijah adjusted his bulletproof vest, his expression unreadable as he checked his weapons. Dante stood beside him, loading a fresh magazine into his gun.

"We go in fast and quiet," Dante said. "Lorenzo won't expect us to hit him this soon."

Elijah nodded, but his mind was elsewhere. Luca was running out of time. And Nathan—

"Are you sure about this?" Dante asked, his voice lower.

Elijah exhaled. "No. But I'm not leaving Luca to die."

Dante's lips pressed into a thin line. "Then let's get this over with."

Luca winced as he struggled against his restraints. Blood seeped from the wound in his side, but he refused to show weakness. Across from him, Lorenzo lounged in a chair, watching him like a cat with a trapped mouse.

"Any last words?" Lorenzo asked, casually spinning a knife between his fingers.

Luca smirked. "Yeah. You talk too much."

Lorenzo's amusement flickered. "Still cocky, even when you're bleeding out. It's almost admirable."

A knock on the door interrupted them. One of Lorenzo's men entered, whispering something in his ear.

Lorenzo's expression darkened. "Well, well. It seems Sinclair and my dear cousin are on their way."

Luca's heart pounded. Elijah and Dante were coming.

Nathan stood on the rooftop of a nearby building, watching the compound through a sniper scope. He had a clean shot at Elijah. One bullet, and he'd be free of Lorenzo's control.

His finger hovered over the trigger.

But in the end, there was only one person he could never betray.

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