[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Frank, who somehow always seemed to be everywhere, kept updating him.

He had seen them at dinner.

He had seen them leaving a club at dawn.

To Frank, it already looked like something serious was going on between them.

Every time Frank mentioned them, Adrian would simply offer a hollow, practiced smile. "Good for him," he would say into the phone. "Congratulations to them."

Frank had been talking nonstop for days, giving Adrian updates about Matteo.

Charles finally had enough of Frank’s constant commentary. He pulled him aside, his voice low and stern. "Are you actually enjoying this, Frank? Watching your friend fall apart? You knew how happy they were, and yet you’re acting like a tabloid reporter."

"I’m just telling him the truth!" Frank defended himself. "I’m telling him that Matteo isn’t the man he thought he was."

"You don’t know what happened between them," Charles snapped. "No one does. The last thing Adrian needs right now is you giving him updates every time you see Matteo. Be a friend, not a spectator."

Frank looked down, properly chastised. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I’ll keep it to myself from now on."

To clear the air, Charles called Adrian and insisted they all go to the gym that weekend. Adrian tried to refuse, he had no energy for anything, but Charles wouldn’t take no for an answer.

"It’s the weekend, Adrian. You’re not working. You need to get out, or you’ll rot in that house."

After a moment, Adrian sighed and agreed to go with them.

They arrived at a high-end gym in the city, the kind that felt more like a private lounge than a workout space. Soft music played in the background, setting a relaxed tone.

Adrian glanced around, surprised. It was better than he expected.

The three of them exchanged small smiles, taking in the space as everyone else stayed focused on their own routines.

Even though Matteo had private gyms in all his homes, it wasn’t unusual for him to come to this elite club.

Adrian was in the middle of a conversation with his friends when the heavy glass doors swung open, and the atmosphere in the room shifted instantly.

Matteo walked in. He wasn’t alone. He was with the same young man from the club, their hands interlaced. Luca followed behind them with a small security detail. The entire gym seemed to go quiet, people naturally clearing a path for the Don.

Matteo led his companion toward the VIP section, the same area where Adrian, Charles, and Frank were working out. Adrian’s heart plummeted. "I want to leave," he whispered to Charles. "Please, let’s go."

"We were here first," Frank muttered, though he kept his voice low.

Charles shook his head. "No. We’re not going anywhere. Just focus on your workout."

Adrian tried to focus on his own routine, but it was impossible. From a distance, he watched as the young man doted on Matteo. He brought him water, wiped the sweat from his brow, and leaned in to whisper in Matteo’s ear. Matteo would smile, that genuine, effortless smile that Adrian used to think belonged only to him.

They look good together, Adrian thought bitterly. He’s better than me... more open, more willing. He gives Matteo what I never could.

Frank eventually went to grab protein shakes for the group. When he returned, Adrian took his bottle, his hands slightly trembling.

He took a sip.

Then he saw it.

The young man leaned in and kissed Matteo on the cheek.

Adrian watched as Matteo smiled.

Something in him snapped.

He shook his head. "I can’t do this anymore. Charles, please... I need to get out of here."

Charles saw the genuine distress on Adrian’s face and nodded. "Okay. Let’s go to the locker room and get changed."

They headed toward the locker rooms, which shared a narrow hallway with the restrooms. Adrian walked with his head down, talking quietly with Charles, barely paying attention to where he was going.

At the same moment, the young man from Matteo’s side rushed around the corner, clearly in a hurry for the restroom.

Suddenly, they collided with a heavy thud. The protein shake in Adrian’s hand spilled, splashing all over the young man’s expensive white workout clothes.

Adrian’s eyes went wide. He looked up and realized exactly who he had just run into. Panic seized him. "Oh my god... I’m so sorry. I-I wasn’t looking..."

The young man didn’t wait for an explanation. He shoved Adrian back with a sharp, aggressive force. "Are you blind?!" he shrieked, his voice dripping with sass and venom. "Do you have any idea how much this costs? You clumsy idiot!"

"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry," Adrian stammered, his hands held up defensively. He didn’t want a scene; he didn’t want Matteo to see this.

Charles stepped forward, his protective instincts kicking in. "Hey! You were the one running around a blind corner. If you walked like a normal person, this wouldn’t have happened."

Frank stepped forward, his voice edged with irritation. "Did you just call my friend blind? Look at yourself, you’re the one who can’t see where you’re going. Running into people and blaming them for it."

"How dare you talk to me like that?" the man snapped, his face reddening.

"It’s okay, Charles. Let’s go," Adrian said, grabbing Frank’s arm.

He turned to the young man. "Please... I’ve already apologized. Just let it go."

Fueled by the confidence of who stood behind him, the young man completely lost his temper. He raised his hand, ready to strike.

Adrian flinched, his eyes squeezing shut as he braced for the impact.

Charles and Frank both moved at the same time, ready to grab his arm—

But the slap never came.

Before it could land, before either of them could stop him—

A hand caught his wrist mid-air.

When Adrian realized the hand hadn’t hit him, he slowly opened his eyes.

To his surprise, Matteo’s hand was clamped tightly around the young man’s wrist, stopping the slap just inches from his face.

"That’s enough," Matteo said, his voice a low, terrifying rumble.

"But Matteo! He’s blind! He ruined my clothes!" the man whined, trying to pull his arm away.

Adrian looked at Matteo, his chest heaving. "I’m sorry," he said again. "It was an accident."

Charles said, despite his fear of Matteo, standing his ground, "Adrian wasn’t at fault here. He was the one running."

Matteo didn’t look at Charles. His eyes were fixed on Adrian. "It’s fine," Matteo said shortly.

Adrian didn’t wait for another word. He turned and rushed toward the lockers, his breath coming in uneven gasps. When he reached his locker, he fumbled with his clothes, his hands shaking so badly he could barely pull his shirt over his head.

Suddenly, the noise of the gym outside faded, leaving behind a heavy, suffocating silence. Adrian felt a presence behind him.

"Are you okay?"

It was Matteo’s voice.

"Yes," Adrian choked out, not turning around. He shoved his things into his bag, his movements frantic. "I’m fine. I’m sorry about your boyfriend."

"What?" Matteo’s voice broke the silence, sounding genuinely shocked. "What do you mean?"

Adrian didn’t wait to explain. He grabbed his bag and rushed toward the exit, his only thought to find Charles and Frank and leave.

But he didn’t make it.

Out of nowhere, a pair of hands slammed into his shoulders, sending him stumbling back. His head struck the metal lockers with a harsh thud, and as he tried to steady himself, his foot twisted beneath him.

A sharp pain shot through his ankle. He had sprained it.

Before Matteo could reach them, adrenaline took over. Adrian rushed forward, his face full of pain and anger.

He slapped the young man, not just once but three times.

Each slap was loud, the sound echoing through the room.

"I already apologized!" Adrian shouted, his voice cracking as he winced, trying not to put weight on his injured ankle. "What else do you want from me?"

In the background, Charles and Frank burst into laughter, their faces full of satisfaction. The young man clutched his reddening cheek and started to shout back, but Matteo’s voice cut through the air.

"Enough!" Matteo roared at him. The young man went instantly silent, trembling.

Then, Matteo turned his gaze to Adrian. "Adrian," he said softly.

Adrian’s walls went back up. He assumed Matteo was about to defend his companion. "What?" he snapped. "You saw it! He pushed me first. That’s why I slapped him!"

"That’s not it—" Matteo started.

"Just shut up!" Adrian shouted, his eyes brimming with frustrated tears. "I know you’re going to blame me. I know you’re on his side!"

"How dare you talk to him like that?" The young man shot back.

Matteo’s expression darkened. "I said be quiet." Facing the young man.

Adrian tried to turn and walk away, but the moment he put pressure on his foot, his leg gave out. He let out a sharp gasp of pain. Charles and Frank started to rush forward, but Matteo was faster. In two long strides, he reached Adrian and scooped him up from the floor before his friends could even get close.

"Put me down!" Adrian struggled, his fists thumping against Matteo’s chest.

Matteo didn’t let go. Instead, he leaned down, his lips brushing against Adrian’s ear as he whispered, "I was trying to ask about your ankle. Because even though I promised to stay away... you’re still the only one who matters to me."

Adrian froze, his heart skipping a beat. He looked up, his wide eyes searching Matteo’s for any sign of a lie. "What about your boyfriend?" he whispered, glancing toward the stunned man standing by the lockers.

Matteo’s gaze didn’t waver. "I’m carrying him right now," he murmured. "If only he would stop being so stubborn."

Adrian’s lip trembled, a small pout forming as tears finally slipped down his face. The fight drained out of him all at once.

He leaned into Matteo’s warmth, resting his head against his broad chest as he let himself be carried.

The young man opened his mouth to protest, but Charles and Frank were already jubilant. They grabbed their bags, following closely behind the pair. As they passed the young man, Frank stuck his tongue out in a mocking gesture.

"You mean nothing to him," Frank hissed with a smirk. "Our friend means everything. Who’s blind now?"

Charles couldn’t hold back a laugh as they walked out. "That’s childish," he said.

Frank shrugged with a grin. "Yeah... but it’s satisfying."

They both laughed as they watched Matteo carry his true prize out into the afternoon sun.

Matteo...