[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

"I’m sorry," Matteo repeated as he pulled back to look at him. He lifted a hand to his forehead, clearly not feeling well, then looked at Adrian again. "Let’s go," he said softly.

Adrian noticed him rubbing his head, his irritation softening into concern.

"What’s wrong? Why are you holding your head?"

"Just a headache," Matteo admitted, squinting slightly against the streetlights. "It’s been building since the afternoon. I’m fine."

"Do you need to go to the hospital, or have you taken anything?" Adrian asked, reaching out to feel his forehead."

"No... I’ll be fine. I only need some rest when I get home."

"You’re impossible," Adrian sighed. "Come on, let’s get you home so you can take some medicine and rest."

"Okay, baby," Matteo said quietly, leaning into him. "I missed you all day. I’m really sorry I kept you waiting. I don’t like it when you’re mad at me."

"It’s fine. Can we go now?" Adrian said.

"Alright," Matteo asked.

They walked toward the waiting cars. As they got inside, Matteo suddenly pulled Adrian closer and looked straight into his eyes, his expression turning serious.

Adrian held his gaze for a moment before trying to pull back.

"Rian, wait," Matteo said quietly. "I know you don’t like me touching you in front of people... but tonight, please... don’t push my hand away. Especially in front of my men."

He leaned in slightly, his voice lower.

"I’m trying to figure some things out."

He held Adrian’s gaze.

"When we’re alone, you can push me away if you want. But in front of them... please don’t."

Adrian looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes.

"Alright," he murmured.

Adrian gently pulled Matteo closer. "Lean on me," he said softly. "Maybe it will help your headache."

Matteo rested his head on Adrian’s shoulder as Adrian slowly stroked his hair, trying to soothe him.

The car continued moving down the road.

After a while, Matteo spoke quietly. "How was work? Was it stressful?"

Adrian shook his head. "No, not really. What about you?"

Matteo let out a tired breath. "Stressful. That’s why I need you... to give me some energy."

Adrian smiled at him.

Not long after, the car slowed to a stop. Adrian glanced down and realized Matteo had fallen asleep. He gently nudged him.

"Hey... we’re here," Adrian said softly.

Matteo opened his eyes slowly. One of his bodyguards stepped forward and opened the door.

Matteo stepped out and reached for Adrian’s hand.

Adrian took it, and they walked inside together.

As they entered the house and moved into the living room, everyone was still awake despite how late it was.

The bodyguards greeted Matteo with a bow, and he simply nodded in return.

Tony was still playing a game with one of the guards, while Mark was just coming downstairs.

When Tony noticed the greetings, he quickly dropped the game controller and rushed into the living room.

By the time he got there, Matteo had already moved toward the dining area, pulling out a chair for Adrian, his movements careful and attentive.

As Tony entered the dining area and saw Matteo with Adrian, he stopped in his tracks, surprised.

For the last three months, he had convinced himself that Matteo’s obsession with Adrian would fade, that time apart would finally break the spell. Seeing them together now, more intimate than ever, sent a shock of disbelief through him.

Quickly masking his expression, Tony stepped forward and cleared his throat. "You’re back."

"Yes," Matteo replied shortly, his focus never leaving Adrian.

The moment Adrian saw Tony, he caught the bitterness in his eyes. Remembering how Tony had treated him at the villa, pushing him away, calling him bad luck, and looking down on him, Adrian decided he wasn’t going to be polite.

If anything, he was going to make a point.

Instead, Adrian leaned closer to Matteo, his voice soft.

"How’s your head now?" he asked, his tone full of concern.

Matteo blinked slightly, surprised by the sudden softness.

"I’m fine, baby," Matteo said quietly.

Adrian smiled. "Is it because of me or—?"

Matteo didn’t let him finish. "You’re the reason, baby."

Adrian reached out, his fingers brushing along Matteo’s jaw before he leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek.

Matteo blinked, clearly caught off guard.

He had only asked Adrian not to pull away when he touched him in front of others... but this—

This was different.

Adrian wasn’t just allowing it.

He was the one touching him.

Being soft. Being close. Being openly affectionate in a way Matteo hadn’t expected.

For a moment, Matteo just stared at him, surprised.

Then slowly, he relaxed into it, a faint warmth rising in his eyes as he let Adrian do as he pleased.

When Mark joined them at the table, Adrian didn’t hold back. If anything, he leaned in even more. When the food arrived, he glanced at his plate, then looked back at Matteo with a small, playful pout.

"I only want a little since it’s late," Adrian murmured. "Feed me?"

Matteo looked at him for a second, then nodded. "Alright."

"Anything you want," Matteo rasped. He picked up a fork and carefully fed Adrian a small bite.

Adrian chewed slowly, smiling, then took the fork from Matteo’s hand to return the favor. "You need to eat too, to help with the headache." They sat there, caught in their own world, feeding each other and exchanging intimate glances while the rest of the room watched.

Mark sat there, hidden behind a small smile as he enjoyed the view of the two of them finally acting like a couple.

Tony, however, looked like he was swallowing glass. Every time Adrian laughed or touched Matteo’s arm, Tony’s expression grew more pinched and bitter.

Adrian saw it all. And still, he didn’t stop. He knew exactly what he was doing, claiming Matteo right in front of the man who wanted him gone.

Once they finished, Matteo stood up to head upstairs. Adrian didn’t move immediately; instead, he pointedly reached his hand out toward Matteo, waiting. Matteo took it instantly.

Their fingers intertwined.

From across the room, Tony’s eyes darkened sharp, bitter.

Adrian saw it.

And still... he held on tighter.

Adrian looked over at Mark. "Good night, Mark." Then, his gaze swept over Tony, sharp and triumphant. "I’m going upstairs with my man now."

"Goodnight, Adrian," Mark replied.

Matteo froze for a split second, his head snapping toward Adrian. "What did you just say?"

Adrian just gave him a knowing, sweet smile. "I said I’m going up with my man. Is there a problem?"

Matteo’s headache seemed to vanish in an instant, replaced by a surge of pure joy. He knew Adrian might be putting on a bit of a show for the audience, but hearing those words—his man—was enough to make his heart roar.

He squeezed Adrian’s hand tight, a triumphant smirk finally breaking across his face as he led him toward the stairs. Behind them, Tony stood in the dining room, his eyes dark with jealousy, watching as the two of them disappeared into the privacy of the upper floor.

By the time they reached the room, both of them were still smiling.

The moment the door closed behind them, Adrian pulled his hand away from Matteo and suddenly burst into laughter.

Matteo turned to him, watching him with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Adrian shook his head, still laughing. "That was so satisfying. Did you see his face? That was so satisfying."

Matteo couldn’t help it, he let out a small laugh too. "What did he do to you?"

Adrian’s smile faded slightly, though there was still heat in his eyes. "You should have seen the way he called me bad luck... and pushed me that night you were shot. Like I was the one who did it."

Matteo’s expression changed.

Adrian continued, his voice sharper now. "I hate him. I don’t even want to see his face anywhere."

Matteo frowned. "He pushed you?"

"Yes," Adrian said firmly. "He pushed me that night. Told me not to come near you. He blocked me from seeing you... even at the hospital. He made sure I didn’t get close to you at all."

Matteo went quiet for a moment, processing it.

"That’s what happened?" he asked.

Adrian nodded. "Yes. That’s the truth. He made sure I felt like an outsider."