[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Back in Iris’s house, the silence around her felt suffocating. Her eyes were cold, devoid of sanity as a broken laugh escaped her lips.

If she couldn’t have Adrian, then no one would.

Her thumb hovered over her contact list for only a second before she made her choice. Without hesitation, she dialed Maya.

The phone rang twice before Maya picked up. "Hello, Iris?"

Iris took a slow breath, forcing her voice to stay calm. "Maya... I’m sorry for calling so late. Will you be at your place tomorrow? I need to see you about something important."

There was a brief pause on the other end. "Important?" Maya asked, her curiosity growing. "Can’t you tell me over the phone?"

"No," Iris replied. "It’s not something to discuss over the phone. It’s better if we sit down and talk about it properly in person."

Maya sighed. "Alright then. I’ll expect you tomorrow. See you then, Iris."

"See you tomorrow," Iris murmured.

They exchanged brief goodnights, and as the call ended, Iris stared at the dark screen, a chilling, vindictive smile spreading across her face. The wheels were already in motion.

Matteo and Adrian stepped through the glass doors, the cool air wrapping around them as they walked toward the pool. The water gleamed like liquid sapphire, smooth and inviting beneath the fading light.

"Where is Maxwell?" Adrian asked.

"He’s already left," Matteo answered, his eyes scanning the perimeter as he walked.

Adrian hesitated, then pressed on. "I don’t mean to be nosy, but Maxwell mentioned he was staying with your mother before he moved back here recently. I think you also said Mark stayed with her before coming back to the city too."

Matteo looked at him and gave a slow, single nod. "That’s true. He did."

"If you don’t mind me asking," Adrian said carefully, "why do your parents live separately?"

The silence that followed was heavy. Matteo’s gaze drifted away. He said nothing, his expression hardening into the guarded mask Adrian knew all too well.

Realizing he’d stepped into dangerous territory, Adrian quickly held up a hand. "Never mind. Forget I said anything. It seems I asked the wrong question."

Matteo stopped walking and turned to face him. He searched Adrian’s face for a moment, then exhaled. "It’s alright," he said. "I just don’t like talking about them. There’s no need to apologize... the truth is, my parents have been divorced for a very long time."

"Oh," Adrian said, his chest softening with sudden understanding. He decided to leave it there, sensing that the topic was a closed book he didn’t need to open further. "Alright."

They reached the edge of the pool, the tiles cool beneath their feet. Without another word, they slipped into the water together, the surface rippling softly as it swallowed the tension between them.

Adrian wrapped his arms around Matteo’s neck. "You know, you’re kind of like an old man."

Matteo raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. "Oh? And why is that?"

"Because all your houses have almost the same style," Adrian teased. "You’ve taken me to three or four already, and they all feel the same. How did you get this rich so young? What kind of work did you do before?"

Matteo chuckled. His hands moved to the waistband of Adrian’s swim trunks, pulling them away until Adrian was completely bare in the water. With a swift movement, Matteo shed his own clothes, leaving them both gloriously naked in the submerged silence.

"Before?" Matteo said. "I built my life on things people don’t talk about, drug routes, weapons deals, dirty money, and jobs that required force. If it made power and profit... it was mine."

Adrian’s expression shifted, his brow furrowing. "Are you proud of that?"

Matteo shrugged slightly. "I’m not proud of the way I achieved it. But I won’t pretend it didn’t work. Regret doesn’t build anything, it just weighs you down. And the truth is... illegal work pays more than anything else ever will."

"Do you still do drugs?" Adrian asked.

Matteo countered with a question of his own. "Do you still work in your studio?"

"It’s not the same," Adrian replied.

Matteo gave a small nod. "Maybe not. But some things don’t change that easily. Most of what I do now is legal... I’m trying. I can’t walk away from everything overnight." His voice lowered slightly. "But it’s not as dangerous as it used to be."

Adrian shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "So... I’m dating a man who built his fortune on dirty work."

Matteo pulled him closer, his hands roaming over Adrian’s skin. "At least you’ll have the best life. A rich and handsome mafia boyfriend, fucks you senseless and takes damn good care of you. You’ll never suffer a day in your life."

Matteo leaned in, his voice turning serious. "The world doesn’t care how you make your money, Adrian. Just be rich. It saves you from unnecessary shit and forces people to respect you."

"My money is legal," Adrian retorted, splashing water lightly at him. "I don’t want a man’s money if it’s tainted."

Matteo’s smirk turned wicked. "But you’ll happily take the cock of the man who makes that illegal money, won’t you?"

Adrian swiped at his chest, blushing. "You are completely shameless."

Matteo laughed, pulling him into his arms. "That doesn’t change the fact that you’re obsessed with me."

"I’ve changed my mind," Adrian declared, though his eyes were bright with affection. "I don’t love you anymore."

"You dare not," Matteo said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, playful growl. "You’re far too obsessed with me to leave."

Adrian surrendered, closing the distance between them to press a kiss to Matteo’s lips. When they pulled apart, both men were smiling, their foreheads resting together as their breaths mingled.

The playful mood slipped away, replaced by something heavier as Matteo’s expression grew serious. His fingers traced the line of Adrian’s jaw, his eyes searching his face like he was trying to understand something deeper.

"I’ve been holding this in for so long," he murmured. "After you were kidnapped... something changed. When you came back, you were different with me."

His voice dropped.

"I need to know what happened. What did I do wrong to you?"

Adrian’s smile faded, his eyes dropping to the water. "I changed because you abandoned me."

Matteo’s grip tightened immediately. "No," he said, shaking his head. "I fought to get to you. I did everything I could. You have to believe me... I would never leave you like that."

"I know that now," Adrian admitted quietly. "Charles explained everything to me later, how you interrogated people and practically turned the city upside down looking for me. But at that time... we had already fought at the cinema. I only found out the truth after that. You had already said you wouldn’t come near me again, and when you didn’t show up, I thought you meant it."

He paused, his brow furrowing.

"What I still don’t understand is why those people lied... and who was really behind it."

Matteo let out a long sigh. "I know it sounds crazy, and you might not believe me... but I had nothing to do with it."

"I trust you, Matteo," Adrian said quietly. "But by now, you know who’s behind it, don’t you? Who ordered it?"

Matteo paused for a moment, then said the name with quiet, cutting anger. "It was Iris."

Adrian didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look surprised.

Matteo blinked, his brow raising. "You’re not surprised?"

"No," Adrian murmured. "I had my suspicions, but I just feel stupid for falling into her trap. She almost succeeded."

Matteo’s eyes darkened, his possessiveness flaring like a match in the dark. He moved closer, his hands pinning Adrian against the edge of the pool. "Did you sleep with her?"

"No," Adrian answered immediately.

Matteo’s gaze narrowed, sharp and demanding. "Did you kiss her?"

Adrian froze for a moment. He knew Matteo’s temper and his suffocating possessiveness. He knew if he told him the truth...