[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

He took a breath and turned to leave. But just as he reached for the handle, the door swung open with a sudden, forceful pressure. Adrian looked up, his heart leaping into his throat.

Standing in the doorway, blocking the only exit, was Matteo.

For a split second, Adrian froze.

Matteo...

Adrian’s breath hitched. The sudden closeness of the man he had been trying to erase from his mind sent a sharp jolt through him. For a split second, the urge to reach out almost overwhelmed him.

Then the memory of the betrayal came crashing back.

He didn’t want to hear any explanations. He didn’t want to look at the man who had left him to rot in that cage. Adrian lowered his head, his expression hardening into cold indifference. He tried to move past, moving as if Matteo were nothing more than a ghost, a stranger not even worth a glance.

But Matteo wasn’t going to let him go again. He stepped in front of him, blocking the way, and pushed Adrian back into the restroom.

"Let me go," Adrian snapped, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger.

"We need to talk," Matteo said.

"I have nothing to say to you. Let me go," Adrian snapped.

"Will you please just talk to me first?" Matteo said.

"Let me go!" Adrian shouted, his voice echoing off the tiled walls. He shoved at Matteo’s chest, but he stood still, not moving at all.

"I’m not here to trap you, and I’m not your enemy," Matteo said, raising his hands slightly, though he still blocked the way. "I just want to understand what’s going on. If you’re angry about that night, whatever it is, tell me. Don’t shut me out, Rian... please."

"I told you not to call me that again!" Adrian shouted.

"Alright... I’m sorry," Matteo said. "But please, just talk to me."

"Let me go!" Adrian yelled again, his eyes flashing with a pain that he couldn’t hide.

"You don’t have to shout," Matteo said. "And I won’t use force unless I have to. My men are outside, and no one will be allowed in until I’m done."

Matteo started walking toward him, slow and steady. Adrian stepped back without thinking, his heart beating fast, until his back hit the cold wall.

He had nowhere to go.

Matteo planted his hands on either side of Adrian’s head, pinning him within the small space of his shadow. "I’m going to ask you one last time," he said, his face close to Adrian’s. "Why are you ignoring me? What did I do wrong? Tell me."

Adrian stayed silent, his jaw tight as he stared at Matteo’s shirt, refusing to look at him. The silence between them was heavy.

"Answer me!" Matteo demanded.

Adrian said nothing.

Matteo asked again, but Adrian still didn’t answer.

Frustration started to build.

Matteo didn’t understand what he had done wrong, and it was getting to him.

Before he could stop himself, he grabbed Adrian and pulled him closer.

He didn’t kiss him at first, his lips brushed against Adrian’s neck, his breath unsteady as he moved, about to close the distance.

He moved his lips upward, seeking Adrian’s mouth, but the moment he made his move, Adrian’s hand flew up.

SLAP.

The sound of Adrian’s hand hitting Matteo’s cheek echoed in the small room. Matteo froze for a moment, stunned, as Adrian shoved him back with sudden force.

"Don’t touch me!" Adrian screamed, his voice breaking.

He scrambled for the door, his hand catching the handle, but he wasn’t fast enough. Matteo’s fingers curled around Adrian’s arm like iron bands, dragging him back into the center of the restroom before he could escape.

"You’re not going anywhere," Matteo growled, the heat of the slap still burning on his skin. "Not until you tell me why you’re looking at me like I’m a monster."

Adrian spun around, his chest heaving as he finally broke his silence with a scream. "Move on! I have nothing to do with you anymore! I’m not gay, Matteo. I love women. I’ve realized what I want, and it isn’t you. I’ve moved on, and you should do the same!"

Matteo went dead silent. He stared at Adrian, his expression shifting from rage to a cold, hollowed-out shock. "You’re not gay," he repeated, the words sounding bitter in his mouth.

Matteo took a slow step back, his hands dropping to his sides. "Fine. After tonight, I’ll let you go. I won’t come looking for you. I won’t care if you live or die. I’ll erase you."

Adrian felt something inside him shatter at those words, the weight of the lie crushing his own heart. But he didn’t take it back.

"But you need to tell me," Matteo said, his voice turning sharp again. "Why the sudden change? What did I do wrong?"

He held Adrian’s gaze.

"I don’t care what you do with her. And I don’t need a man who denies me every time we argue... I don’t need a man who can’t admit his feelings or say how he feels... or someone who raises his hand to hit me just because he’s angry. I’m done with that. But I need to know why. I need to understand what I did to deserve this silence... before I walk away for good."

A single tear slid down Adrian’s face. He looked at the man he loved, disbelief flickering in his eyes, he hadn’t expected Matteo to say something like that to him.

Something inside him gave way.

"I changed because I hate you," he said, his voice shaking. "I hate you so much... I don’t ever want to see your face again."

Matteo stared at him for a long moment, the silence heavy between them. His eyes were red, filled with pain he couldn’t hide.

"Fine," he said quietly. "Go. If you think I’m not worth it... Then I deserve better than someone like you."

Matteo turned his back on Adrian, his posture rigid. "If I ever come near you again, do whatever the hell you want with me. We’re done."

He walked out of the restroom, the door swinging shut with a heavy, final thud.

Left alone in the sterile light of the room, Adrian’s strength gave out. He collapsed against the wall, sliding down until he was curled on the floor, sobbing for reasons he couldn’t even explain to himself.

Outside, Matteo got into his car, his movements stiff and empty. He sat in the back as the convoy pulled away from the cinema.

He tried to hold himself together, to stay in control, but the pain overwhelmed him.

He leaned forward, covering his face with his hands, and let out a broken, painful scream.

Tears streamed down his face as he broke down in the backseat. In the front, Harry and the driver stared straight ahead, not daring to look back at their broken boss.

Adrian stayed in the restroom for a while, trying to calm himself, until a knock came at the door.

"Sir?"

It was one of Iris’s bodyguards.

Adrian quickly wiped his face and stepped out.

They left the cinema together.

"I’m not going home tonight," Iris said as they walked toward the car. "I want to stay at your place."

Adrian shook his head, his mind still lingering on the memory of Matteo’s touch. "Not tonight, Iris. I’m tired."

But Iris kept insisting, her voice soft and persistent.

"I don’t want to be alone tonight."

Exhausted and unable to fight her off, Adrian finally gave in.

The moment they stepped into his apartment, the walls felt like they were closing in. Without a word to Iris, Adrian went straight to the bar and poured himself a glass of bourbon.

"What’s wrong?" Iris asked, watching him from the doorway. "You’ve been acting strange since the restroom."

"It’s nothing," Adrian said. "I just need a drink."

He drank until the room began to blur, the alcohol dulling the sting of what he had done to Matteo. When the haze finally settled in, he called for his maid.

"Prepare the guest room for Iris," he said, not looking at her. "I’m going to sleep."

Without another word, he headed upstairs, barely acknowledging her as he made his way to his bedroom. He took a long, hot shower, trying to wash the memory of everything away.

After stepping out and changing into his pajamas, ready to crawl into bed and finally let the tears fall, a soft knock sounded at his door.

Iris stepped inside. She had discarded her dress for a tiny, silk chemise that barely covered her.

"What do you want?" Adrian asked, his voice weary.

"I’m scared, Adrian," she murmured, her voice trembling with practiced vulnerability. "I can’t sleep alone in that guest room. Every time I close my eyes, I think about those men taking you again. Can I please just stay here with you?"

Adrian looked at her, the guilt from everything that had happened outweighing his discomfort. He sighed and gestured to the far side of the bed.

"Fine. Just stay on your side. The bed is big enough."

They both climbed in, and Adrian immediately turned his back to her, closing his eyes and praying for sleep to take him. But just as he began to drift off, he felt it, a hand sliding beneath the hem of his pajama shirt, fingers trailing softly over his skin.

His eyes snapped open. He grabbed her wrist, trying to pull her hand away. "Iris, stop. I said just sleep."

"Oh, come on, Adrian," she murmured, moving closer until her body was pressed against his back. "Stop playing hard to get. We’re both consenting adults, and we’re getting married soon anyway. Why are you fighting this?"

Adrian turned, about to warn her to stop, that he would throw her out if she didn’t.

But before he could speak, she moved quickly, pushing him back onto the bed and leaning in, pressing her lips against...