[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Matteo studied him for a moment before nodding. "Alright, baby."

They stayed on the call for a long time, their conversation drifting into the soft, romantic space that had become their quiet refuge.

When Adrian finally fell asleep, his thoughts were already counting down to Thursday.

The next morning, after a quick exchange of messages, Adrian went downstairs to find Maxwell waiting with a strange glint in his eyes.

"Can I ask you for something?" Maxwell said, his tone almost pleading.

Adrian looked at him, slightly puzzled. "What is it?"

"Don’t go to the studio today," Maxwell said, leaning against the counter. "There’s somewhere I want to take you. It’s important... please come with me."

Adrian paused, considering his schedule. He didn’t have anything pressing at the studio. "Where are we going?"

"If you say yes, I’ll take you there. But if you start asking questions, it ruins the surprise," Maxwell teased.

Adrian laughed, curiosity lighting his eyes. "Alright. How far is it? At least give me a hint—is it a store?"

Maxwell grinned. "No hints. You’ll see when we get there."

Adrian shook his head, smiling. "Fine. After breakfast, I’ll get ready. You’re in charge."

"Good," Maxwell said. "Come on, sit down and eat."

After breakfast, they went upstairs and got dressed.

Keeping it casual, they stepped into their car. Just outside the gate, another vehicle was already waiting, one Adrian immediately recognized as the bodyguards’ car.

As they drove off, the car pulled out and followed closely behind.

Adrian leaned closer to Maxwell. "Why are the bodyguards following us? When did you call them?"

Maxwell didn’t look at him. "Brother-in-law, that’s enough. Let’s just focus on where we’re going."

Adrian let out a quiet sigh. "Alright... fine."

Maxwell then directed the driver to a sprawling, luxurious estate tucked away in a quiet part of the city.

Moments later, the car pulled up in front of a sprawling estate tucked deep within a quiet part of the city.

As they stepped out of the car, Adrian looked up at the massive, imposing structure. It felt cold, isolated, and strangely familiar.

"Maxwell?" Adrian asked, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet courtyard. "Where are we? Why did you bring me here?"

"We’re already here, bro," Maxwell said with a shrug, stepping inside. "Stop asking questions. Let’s go."

Adrian sighed, his curiosity warring with a growing sense of unease. "Fine."

The house was breathtaking, a towering, three-story masterpiece. The top floor was wrapped entirely in glass, catching the sunlight and shimmering like a diamond in the sky.

Inside, everything was perfect, too perfect. Impeccable, untouched... and eerily empty. Aside from them and a few silent bodyguards stationed around the perimeter, the house felt almost lifeless.

A massive dining table sat in the center of the main floor. Maxwell immediately signaled for the staff to serve lunch, though it was barely mid-morning.

"I can’t eat while you’re being this cryptic," Adrian said, folding his arms. "Why are we here, Maxwell?"

"I just thought you needed a change of scenery," Maxwell said, taking a seat. "It’s completely private. No one can disturb you here, no one can knock on your door, and you don’t have to deal with anyone’s drama. You’ll love it here."

"This doesn’t make sense," Adrian said, unease creeping into his voice. "Does Matteo even know about this place?"

Maxwell’s eyes twinkled. "If you’re that worried, call him yourself. I’m his brother, I’m not going to hurt you."

Adrian didn’t argue. He pulled out his phone to send a quick text to Matteo, but the signal was weak, and the message failed to deliver. He assumed it was just a poor reception and set the phone aside.

As the day wore on, Maxwell became increasingly insistent. "I’m sorry, brother-in-law, I completely forgot, we didn’t pack any clothes! Let’s go shopping."

"Shopping?" Adrian blinked. "Are we not going back today?"

"We aren’t going back today," Maxwell said smoothly. "We’ll be staying here until closer to the weekend."

Adrian’s jaw dropped. "What? The weekend? What about my work? What about—"

"Can you just breathe for a minute?" Maxwell said, his voice gentler than usual. "Just... enjoy yourself."

They spent the entire afternoon moving from store to store. Maxwell seemed determined to buy everything in sight, filling suitcases with expensive clothes and luxury items. By the time they returned to the estate, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon.

Adrian went straight to the room Maxwell had designated for him. It was an exquisite space, but the moment he stepped inside, he froze.

It looked just like the rooms in Matteo’s other houses, the same layout, the same familiar scent of cedar and expensive cologne.

Before he could dwell on it, he moved toward the floor-to-ceiling window and pressed a button, watching as the curtains slid open to reveal the darkening landscape outside.

Adrian thought Maxwell was still in the room, so he started talking without turning.

"Maxwell, seriously," he said. "Why here? Why is it so quiet? It feels like—"

The sound of the heavy bedroom door clicking shut interrupted him.

Adrian began to turn, a protest already forming on his lips, but the words died in his throat.

He stopped dead, his heart racing as his breath caught.

The man standing in the doorway wasn’t Maxwell.

It was Matteo.

For a heartbeat, Adrian couldn’t move; it felt as though the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. Then instinct took over. He let out a choked, desperate sound and rushed across the room, throwing himself into Matteo’s arms.

Matteo caught him instantly, his arms locking firmly around Adrian’s waist as Adrian scrambled up, wrapping his legs around Matteo’s hips in a familiar, desperate tangle.

Matteo’s hands slid down to grip his thighs, holding him securely as he lifted him with ease. A low, satisfied laugh escaped him as he carried Adrian further into the room, never once loosening his hold.

Adrian buried his face into the crook of Matteo’s neck, kissing the skin there frantically, his eyes wet with sudden, overwhelming relief. "I miss you so much," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. "I missed you... I had this feeling, this intuition that it was you, but you told me Thursday..."

Matteo carried him toward the bed, holding him as if he had no intention of letting go. "So you had a feeling it was me?" he murmured against Adrian’s hair, his tone dark and amused. "Did your body recognize me even when your head was confused?"

Adrian pulled back just enough to look at him, his hands gripping Matteo’s shoulders. He nodded once.

"You lied... You said Thursday."

Matteo’s expression softened, his thumb tracing the line of Adrian’s jaw. "I was just pulling your leg, baby. I finished the last of the business this morning, and I couldn’t wait another second. I caught the first flight back."

The realization that Matteo had rushed back just for him made Adrian’s heart swell. Before Matteo could say another word, Adrian leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that was anything but soft.

It was deep, hungry, and desperate, a kiss that poured every ounce of the longing he’d been hiding for days into Matteo’s mouth, claiming him with the same intensity he had been craving since the moment they parted.

Matteo kissed him back with equal ferocity, their mouths clashing as they both starved for each other after a period of separation. It was a chaotic, desperate rhythm, a hunger that had been building for days finally finding its outlet.

Matteo suddenly pulled back, his breathing heavy. He gently set Adrian down, their feet finding the floor, as he reached up and gently cupped Adrian’s face, holding him in place.

"Wait... baby, wait," he murmured, their foreheads touching. "Can we talk first?"

They stood inches apart...