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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

Smoke still hung in the air as Elijah stepped over a fallen body, gun in hand. The warehouse was a warzone—bullet holes in the walls, blood pooling on the floor. Lorenzo's forces had been decimated, but the cost had been high.

Dante limped toward him, a cut running down the side of his face. "It's over," he muttered, but there was no relief in his voice. "Lorenzo's dead."

Elijah glanced down at the body sprawled in the center of the room. Lorenzo Moretti, the man who had orchestrated all their suffering, lay still, a bullet hole between his eyes.

His gaze darted around, searching for one person. "Where's Luca?"

Nathan pressed his hands against Luca's wound, panic tightening his throat. "Stay with me, dammit."

Luca coughed, blood on his lips, but smirked weakly. "You're acting like I'm dying."

Nathan's jaw clenched. "You're bleeding out, Luca. Shut up and let me save you."

Luca's fingers curled around Nathan's wrist, weaker than they should have been. "You already did."

Footsteps approached, and Nathan looked up to see Elijah and Dante rushing toward them. Relief flooded Elijah's face as he crouched beside them. "We need to move."

Nathan nodded, but something inside him twisted. The war was over, but what came next?

Days later, Elijah stood on the balcony of his penthouse, watching the city lights flicker. The past few weeks had been nothing but blood and chaos, but now…

Dante walked up behind him, sliding a whiskey glass into his hand. "Thinking too much again?"

Elijah smirked. "Occupational hazard."

Dante leaned in, lips brushing against his neck. "We won, Elijah. Take the damn win."

Elijah turned, catching Dante's mouth in a slow, heated kiss. Maybe, for once, he could.

Across the city, in a quiet safehouse, Luca sat on a couch, bandaged but alive.

Nathan handed him a drink, hesitating before sitting beside him. "So… what now?"

Luca tilted his head, watching him. "Depends. Are you done betraying me?"

Nathan exhaled, shaking his head with a small, tired smile. "Yeah. I think I am."

Luca smirked, clinking his glass against Nathan's. "Good. Because I'm not done with you."

For the first time in a long time, the war was over.

Picking Up the Pieces