[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Matteo turned to him, leaning in to give him a quick, hurried kiss. "Good morning, babe. I’m sorry, I have to go downstairs."

"What happened?" Adrian asked, sensing the sudden tension in Matteo’s shoulders.

"My father is here," Matteo said, already reaching for his clothes in a rush. "Stay here. I’ll be back as soon as I can."

Adrian watched him for a moment as he headed for the door. "...Alright."

The door closed behind him.

By the time Matteo reached the living room, he found his father, Luciano, already seated at the center of the room, waiting for him.

"Father," Matteo said, his voice steady as he approached. "What brings you here so early? You could have called for me, I would have come to you."

Luciano gave a faint smile. "No, Matteo. I chose to come myself. It’s been a while since I last visited."

Before Matteo could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed from the staircase.

Mark came down, stepped into the living room, and gave a respectful nod.

"Father," Mark said respectfully.

"Mark," Luciano acknowledged with a slight nod.

Mark moved quickly, taking a seat on the sofa right next to Matteo. The two brothers sat side-by-side.

Luciano leaned back, his eyes moving between his two sons.

"Where is Tony?" Luciano asked abruptly. "He is usually the first to greet me."

Matteo and Mark exchanged a quick, silent look. A sudden realization hit Matteo, he hadn’t checked on Tony since the rooftop. He didn’t know if Tony had already left... or if he was still somewhere in the house, bleeding.

"He’s... not around," Matteo said, keeping his tone calm.

Luciano’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Not around?"

Matteo nodded once. "I sent him out early this morning. There was something that needed to be handled."

Luciano stared at him, studying him.

"So early?" he asked.

Matteo didn’t hesitate. "It was important business."

Luciano asked. "What kind of business?"

Matteo held his composure. "Something that needed immediate attention."

Luciano’s eyes narrowed slightly. "What kind of business?" he pressed, his tone sharper this time.

Matteo hesitated, struggling to find a convincing detail. The more he searched for a fake excuse, the more suspicious the silence became. Luciano watched him like a hawk.

"Father, he isn’t around right now," Matteo said, trying to deflect. "He went out to handle things."

Luciano slammed his cane against the floor, the sound echoing through the room. "Enough with the vague answers. Where is he?"

Matteo realized he couldn’t maintain the lie. "We had an argument last night," he admitted. "A serious one. To be honest, I don’t know if he is still on the property or not."

Luciano’s expression darkened. Whatever had happened here... he didn’t like it.

He turned to one of the bodyguards standing by the door.

"Go," Luciano commanded. "Search the house and the grounds. Find Tony and bring him to me immediately."

"Yes, sir," the guard replied, moving at once.

Mark turned to Matteo. Matteo kept his expression neutral, his posture rigid. Despite his own power, the respect he showed Luciano wasn’t just because he was his father, it was because he had learned from him. He knew better than to interrupt a direct order.

After a while, the heavy footsteps of the guards echoed back into the room. Tony was between them.

He looked worn, dressed only in his usual black singlet, making the thick white bandages around his shoulder and upper arm impossible to miss.

Luciano looked at him immediately, his eyes narrowing at the bandage wrapped around his shoulder. Tony had been by Matteo’s side since they were youths; to Luciano, he was more like a son than just a soldier.

"What is this?" Luciano asked, "Tony... what happened to you?"

The truth was, Luciano hadn’t come by accident. Tony had called him, saying he’d had an argument with Matteo and that Matteo wanted to strip him of his rank and send him away. He hadn’t explained what happened, but that alone was enough.

Luciano knew their history. They weren’t just allies, they were close. So what could have gone so wrong?

That was why Luciano came, for answers.

And not just that.

There was another reason.

A personal one.

Tony stepped into the room without looking at Mark or Matteo. He walked straight over and sat down.

Matteo kept his eyes on his father.

"I asked a question!" Luciano roared, slamming his cane against the floor.

Matteo finally spoke, his voice cold. "Tony went against me, Father."

Luciano’s expression hardened. "Went against you? How?"

Matteo’s tongue felt like lead. He couldn’t tell the truth, that Tony tried to kill the man he loved. Luciano didn’t even know Matteo was gay. For years, Matteo had played the part, bringing beautiful women to family events just to keep the peace. If he admitted the truth now, he’d be signing Adrian’s death warrant.

"We had a disagreement over a security breach at the villa," Matteo said carefully. "It escalated into an argument."

Luciano turned to Tony, his eyes searching. "Is this true? You turned on your brother over a disagreement?"

Tony didn’t reveal the secret, either. He knew Luciano’s rules: a soldier who betrays his brother is a dead man, regardless of the reason. "We had an argument," Tony muttered, his voice raspy. "I crossed a line."

Luciano looked between them, sensing the layers of lies but unable to break through them.

"I don’t care what the argument was," he said, his eyes fixed on Matteo as he pointed his cane toward him. "Whatever is between you two, you will settle it. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Father," Matteo said, though his heart burned with resentment.

After Luciano gave the order, he gestured for the guards and Tony to leave the room. When they were gone, only Luciano, Matteo, and Mark remained.

The atmosphere shifted, no longer business, but something heavier...

Luciano’s gaze stayed fixed on Matteo. "Now let’s talk about the future. I am getting old, Matteo. This family needs more than a Don, it needs a bloodline."

Matteo replied. "You don’t have to worry about that, Father. Mark will give you that. Marco already has. Risa will do the same."

Luciano leaned forward, his voice turning to iron. "What about you? When are you getting married? You haven’t brought anyone home. I need a grandchild an heir who will carry this legacy after we’re gone. You have the power... but without a son to inherit it, what are you building? A kingdom for someone else to take?"

Matteo felt a faint chill at the back of his neck. "I’m focused on the business right now, Father. Marriage isn’t a priority."

"It is the priority," Luciano snapped, his voice echoing in the silent room. "The Marcone name must live on. Find a woman, marry her, and give me an heir. I won’t ask you again."

Matteo said nothing.

"Are you even seeing anyone?" Luciano pressed, his eyes narrowing. "I know about Mark’s girlfriend, but you? You’ve never had anything stable. Is there someone in your life?"

For a split second, Matteo’s thoughts drifted upstairs—to Adrian.

A faint smile touched his lips.

Mark caught it immediately and nudged him lightly with his elbow.

Matteo snapped back to reality. "Yes," he said.

Luciano’s expression softened slightly. "Good. Let me meet her."

"When the time is right," Matteo said, still a little distracted, "I’ll bring him to you."

The room went still.

Luciano’s brow furrowed, confusion flashing across his face. "What do you mean by him?"

Mark stepped in immediately, his voice smooth. "He means her, Father. He’s just tired, you know how he gets when he’s overworked."

Luciano let out a low grunt and turned his attention to Mark.

"Fine. Come to the estate this weekend," Luciano said. "Leave your brother here. Maybe a little silence will make him take things seriously."

"Alright, Father," Mark replied.

Luciano stood, his presence filling the room for a moment longer before he turned and walked out with his men.

The door closed behind him.

Silence.

Matteo exhaled and dropped back into his seat. Mark sat beside him.

"I was going to tell him the truth," Matteo said. "That I’m not into women."

Mark turned to him immediately. "Not like this."

Matteo frowned. "Then when?"

"When it’s the right time," Mark replied calmly. "Not when he’s already on edge. You don’t drop something like that in the middle of everything else."

Matteo looked away.

"You’ll tell him," Mark added. "Just... not now."

A pause.

"I’m going upstairs," Matteo said, already rising. "Adrian is waiting for me."

"Alright," Mark said, nodding.

In the other wing of the house, Tony watched the door. A slow, bitter smile spread across his face.

He had played his cards perfectly. He knew that even though Matteo was the Don, Luciano was the ultimate authority. Matteo could command an army, but he could never bring himself to disobey a direct order from his father.

By bringing Luciano into the house, Tony created a shield for himself. He knew Matteo wouldn’t dare explain why the shooting happened because it would mean admitting his feelings for Adrian. And Tony knew he didn’t have to explain his own actions either; the silence between them was his greatest weapon.

As long as the truth stayed buried, the secret protected Tony just as much as it protected Matteo.