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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

Elijah adjusted his cufflinks, staring at his reflection in the mirror. The bruises had faded, but the scars of war lingered beneath his skin. It had been weeks since the bloodshed ended, weeks since Lorenzo Moretti had been taken out of the equation.

For the first time in a long time, there was peace.

The world of crime never truly rested, but without a looming war, the tension had eased. Elijah had spent years building his empire, protecting what was his. Now, with Dante by his side, it felt different.

A pair of arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him back against a solid chest. "You clean up nice," Dante murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. "I almost forgot how good you look in a suit."

Elijah smirked, turning in Dante's arms. "I was about to say the same thing about you."

Dante chuckled, but there was something softer in his gaze, something unspoken. "Are we really doing this? Leaving the past behind?"

Elijah exhaled, resting his forehead against Dante's. "We don't forget. But we don't let it define us, either."

Dante nodded. "Then let's get out of here. There's a whole world waiting for us."

Luca and Nathan – Second Chances

Nathan leaned against the bar, watching Luca nurse a whiskey. They were in a small, quiet club—far from the chaos of their past, far from the bloodstains they'd left behind.

"You gonna keep staring, or are you finally gonna say something?" Luca asked, raising an eyebrow.

Nathan sighed. "I wasn't sure you'd come tonight."

Luca smirked. "I wasn't sure either." He swirled his drink, watching the ice clink against the glass. "I still don't know what to do with you, Cross."

Nathan leaned in, his voice lower. "Then don't think. Just do what feels right."

Luca studied him for a long moment before setting his drink down and grabbing Nathan's tie, pulling him closer. "That's dangerous advice," he murmured against Nathan's lips.

Nathan smirked. "I like dangerous."

The kiss was slow but deep, full of everything unspoken between them. It wasn't a promise, but it was something.

Elijah and Dante stood on the rooftop of Elijah's penthouse, watching the city lights flicker below. The air was crisp, the night alive with possibility.

"No more wars," Dante said. "No more running."

Elijah nodded. "No more looking back."

Dante turned to him, a slow smirk forming. "You realize this means we actually have to figure out how to live like normal people, right?"

Elijah chuckled, pulling him into a kiss. "I think we'll manage."

And as they stood there, tangled in each other's arms, they knew—

A New Dawn