[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Maxwell tilted his head, his expression innocent. "Then you have nothing to worry about, do you? But if you answer that, I’m calling him. Since you’re not dating, it shouldn’t matter... right?"

Adrian stared at Maxwell for a long, tense moment. He knew Matteo’s temper too well to risk it. With a frustrated sigh, he set the phone face down on the table and ignored the insistent ringing until it finally went silent.

Adrian watched as his phone screen lit up again and again, Iris was flooding him with messages, each one likely more demanding than the last.

But with Maxwell hovering nearby, practically ready to call Matteo at any moment, Adrian didn’t dare touch his phone. He kept his focus on his plate, pretending to concentrate on his breakfast while the constant vibration buzzed against the table.

Did I just make a mistake letting him stay? Adrian thought.

The realization settled in quickly.

Letting Maxwell stay wasn’t much different from letting Matteo stay. Maxwell would report everything, every move, every call.

Adrian exhaled slowly, his grip tightening slightly around his fork.

Adrian... what kind of trouble did you just get yourself into?

Finally, the relentless pings stopped. Outside, a car engine roared to life, and tires screeched against the pavement as Iris sped away.

Inside the car, the air felt heavy with her lingering irritation. She vented into the silence, her anger refusing to settle. Her mind raced with questions: Who the hell was that boy? Where did he come from? Why was he answering Adrian’s door?

She had never seen Maxwell before. He was an anomaly, a stranger who had suddenly inserted himself into Adrian’s life and blocked her access with cold, unsettling efficiency.

Iris’s ego was bruised, her sense of entitlement shaken, and her paranoia steadily rising.

Adrian let out a quiet breath, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction. He glanced at Maxwell, who calmly poured himself a second cup of coffee, as if nothing serious had happened.

"She’s gone," Maxwell said with a bright, satisfied grin, sliding the coffee toward Adrian. "You belong to my brother, so keep your distance from other people."

Before Adrian could process the audacity of that statement, Maxwell got up and headed to his room. Once he was out of earshot, he pulled out his phone and called Matteo.

"Mission accomplished," Maxwell said the moment the line connected, his voice brimming with glee. "I just did a hell of a job this morning. You owe me big time."

On the other end, Matteo’s low chuckle echoed. "She didn’t get in?"

"She didn’t even make it past the door!" Maxwell bragged, pacing around the room. "I played it perfectly, full attitude, acting like I was genuinely annoyed. I chased her off just like you told me to, treated her like the nuisance she is. So... how much’s the bounty for this one?"

"Don’t worry about the numbers, Maxwell," Matteo replied. "I’ll make sure your account is credited by the end of the day. I’m in a rush right now. You’re doing exactly what I need."

"Alright, bro," Maxwell laughed, his eyes gleaming with greed.

At this rate, I’m going to be super rich, he thought. Easy money from Matteo. By the time I’m done here, I’ll be loaded with cool cash.

He ended the call and tucked his phone away, a wide smile spreading across his face. Leaning against the wall, he practically vibrated with excitement.

Oh my God, I love this job, he thought. It’s barely even work. All I have to do is stay close to him, eat good food, and chase away anyone who gets too close.

He huffed softly, amused.

No Father’s endless complaints. No Marco’s lectures. This is perfect.

Pushing himself off the wall, he straightened.

Alright, enough. Back to work.

For Maxwell, it was the easiest payday of his life. He adjusted his shirt, checked his reflection in the wall mirror, and headed back to Adrian, ready to make sure no one else dared to interfere with his brother’s obsession.

However, when he reached the dining room, Adrian was already gone. He had retreated upstairs to the safety of his room.

Once inside, Adrian sat on the edge of his bed and pulled out his phone. He sent a quick message to Matteo: Hey, how’s it going?

He knew Matteo was probably already on his flight, but he didn’t stop. He sent another message, hoping Matteo would reply.

I’ve forgiven Maxwell for yesterday. You can tell him he doesn’t have to stay here, I truly forgive him. He can go back home.

Adrian kept his eyes fixed on the screen, waiting for a reply, but the silence stretched on. Matteo was likely in the air, disconnected from the world.

Just then, his phone buzzed with a new message, this time from Iris.

Why are you treating me so badly, Adrian? I stood by you, I risked my life to save you, and now you’re just ignoring me? It’s not fair. 😔😭 I want to see you, Adrian.

Adrian stared at the words, his chest tightening. He felt a flicker of guilt, but it was quickly smothered by the memory of Matteo’s voice on their call, the raw intensity of their shared intimacy, and the promise of what was to come. He couldn’t let Iris destroy the fragile connection he was beginning to build with Matteo.

He typed his reply carefully, his thumb steady: I’m sorry, Iris, I’m a bit tied up right now. Maybe we can meet before the weekend.

He hit send and dropped his phone onto the bed. Almost instantly, Iris’s name lit up the screen, she was calling.

Adrian stared at it as it vibrated against the duvet, his jaw tightening.

He didn’t answer.

He was done playing her games. Now, he was only waiting for Matteo to return, already imagining the touch of those hands, keeping his body and his mind exclusively for the man who truly owned them. He tossed the phone aside, flipping it face down and pushing her drama out of his mind as he focused instead on Matteo’s return.

Matteo traveled with his close associate, Harry, and two bodyguards, a small, efficient team for a short trip. Once they arrived, he made sure everything was in place before heading to his suite.

The first thing he did was check his phone.

Adrian’s messages were already waiting.

A chuckle slipped from his lips. He knew exactly why Adrian wanted Maxwell gone...