[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

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.

Tony stared at the door, a cold, dark smile spreading across his face. He had used Matteo’s respect for his father to trap him.

Luciano’s order to "settle it" wasn’t just a suggestion, it was a mandate that kept Tony in the house and kept his position secure.

He had lost the fight on the rooftop, but by bringing the father into the equation, he had won the war.

He wasn’t going anywhere, and there wasn’t a thing Matteo could do about it without destroying himself.

Matteo’s jaw tightened as he climbed the stairs.

He wasn’t a fool. He knew exactly what Tony had done.

Tony had brought his father into it, knowing Matteo wouldn’t go against him. It was a calculated move and it worked.

Matteo stepped onto the landing, his expression hardening.

He wouldn’t act rashly.

He would wait.

When the time was right, when Adrian was ready, he would tell his father the truth.

And once the truth was out... Tony would have nothing left to use against him.

He pushed the door open and found Adrian sitting on the sofa, already dressed, his eyes searching Matteo’s face.

"Is everything okay?" Adrian asked, standing up from the edge of the bed.

Matteo didn’t speak. He walked over and pulled Adrian into a hard, protective embrace, burying his face in the crook of Adrian’s neck. The tension in his shoulders only began to bleed away when he felt Adrian’s heartbeat against his own.

"It’s handled for now," Matteo murmured. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," Adrian said.

"Alright. Let me shower and change quickly. I’m going with you."

Adrian nodded, watching Matteo disappear into the bathroom.

Not long after, Matteo stepped out of the bathroom. He quickly finished his morning routine, then got dressed. Once he was ready, they headed out. Their first stop was Adrian’s apartment so he could change into something fresh for work.

As they stepped inside the mansion, Matteo’s gaze moved around the space, his mind already elsewhere.

"I want you to have your own closet at my place," Matteo said suddenly, his voice possessive.

Matteo stood by the wardrobe, watching him intently. "If I told you to move in, would you?"

"What?" Adrian tilted his head playfully. "Why would I move in with you? Do you want me there as your boyfriend... or your husband?"

"Both," Matteo answered without a second of hesitation.

Adrian softened, but he shook his head. "Not now. I can’t move in yet. But... I’m okay with having my own wardrobe at your place, since I’ll be spending much time there anyway."

A genuine smile broke across Matteo’s face. "You mean it?"

"I do. I enjoy staying with you more than being alone."

Matteo’s smile faltered. "Is that all? Are you saying you’re only with me because you don’t want to be alone?"

"No, that’s not what I meant—"

"I’ll wait for you," Matteo cut him off, his tone going clipped. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor.

Adrian couldn’t focus on dressing anymore. He saw the shift in Matteo’s energy and walked over, standing between Matteo’s knees. "I’m sorry. You misunderstood my words."

"Then what did you mean?" Matteo asked, looking up.

"I mean... I love being with you more than being alone. I want you around because it’s you, not just because I don’t want to be by myself."

Matteo searched his eyes for a long moment. "You’re telling the truth?"

Adrian nodded. "Yes."

Matteo leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Adrian’s cheek, the tension in his chest easing. "Go finish up. I’ll drop you at the studio."

The car pulled into the parking lot outside Adrian’s studio. In the back seat, Matteo pulled him into a quick kiss.

"I’ll see you later," he murmured.

As Adrian stepped out, he leaned back in to say one last thing to Matteo, but a voice cut through the air from across the parking lot.

"Adrian!"

It was Iris. She had just stepped out of her car a few yards away.

Adrian immediately shut the car door, cutting off her view of the interior so she wouldn’t see who was inside.

Matteo watched through the tinted glass as Iris approached. He didn’t say a word, his face a mask of cold calculation. "Drive," he commanded the driver.

As the car pulled away, Adrian’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out to find a text from Matteo:

I don’t care why she’s there. Don’t touch her, and don’t let her hold your hand. Keep your distance. You are mine.

Adrian glanced at the screen and couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head at Matteo’s possessiveness.

He tucked his phone into his pocket and turned to Iris as she reached him.

"What’s so funny?" Iris asked, looking at him curiously. "And who dropped you off?"

"Nothing, just a joke from a friend," Adrian replied, smoothing his expression.

Iris sighed, shifting her weight. "I’ve been trying to reach you, but you’ve been so busy. You never have time for me lately."

"I’m sorry," Adrian said, keeping his voice polite but neutral. "Work has been incredibly heavy lately. I’ve barely had a moment to breathe."

Iris nodded, accepting the excuse, and reached out to grab his hand. The moment she moved, Adrian instinctively shifted back, stepping out of her reach.

He wasn’t about to take that risk.

"Let’s just head inside," Adrian suggested quickly.

Iris frowned, noticing the sudden distance. "You’re acting strange. But fine, I’m not even going up. I just wanted to stop by and say hello since we haven’t seen each other. Maybe we can grab dinner tonight?"

"I can’t," Adrian said. "I’m tied up all week. We already planned dinner for this weekend, remember?"

Iris felt the wall he was putting up and decided not to push. "Alright, if you’re that busy. I’ll leave you to it."

Once Iris had driven away, Adrian immediately pulled out his phone and called Matteo to reassure him. "She’s gone," he said as soon as Matteo picked up. "I’m heading up to the studio alone. No touching, no hand-holding. Satisfied?"

"Good," Matteo’s voice came through, low and relaxed. "I’ll pick you up as soon as you’re done."

The day went by in a blur of creative work. Adrian threw himself into his projects, the hours slipping away until the sun began to dip below the horizon. When he finally finished, he packed his bags and headed downstairs to wait at the curb for Matteo’s car.

The street was quiet. Adrian stood near the entrance, checking his watch.

Suddenly, two black vans with tinted windows swerved in, tires screeching as they boxed him in.

Men in black tactical gear jumped out, their faces hidden behind masks. They didn’t move like Matteo’s men, these were rougher, faster, and far more aggressive.

"Get in the car. Now," one of them growled, pointing toward the open sliding door.

Adrian froze.

His heart jumped, panic hitting him all at once.

Before he could think, they were already on him.

With no time to react, he stumbled toward the van.

In the rush of being shoved into the backseat, his hand swiped against his pocket. His phone tumbled out, hitting the pavement with a sharp crack just as the van door slammed shut.

The engines roared, and the vans sped off.