[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

"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, the mood would change and ruin their moment. Panic flickered in his chest, and he made a split-second decision to protect the peace they had finally found.

"No," Adrian lied. "I never let her get that close."

Matteo let out a chuckle and looked at Adrian. "So you’re telling me that after the cinema, when you both went back to your place together... You didn’t touch her?"

Adrian froze. "How did you know? Are you... Are you following me?"

"Ever since you were kidnapped," Matteo said, his voice flat. "I’ve had people watching out for you. I don’t trust the world to keep you safe. I didn’t follow you that night, but they did. They saw you both go back to your place together."

The air in the pool felt suddenly thin. Adrian realized there was no point in lying. He swallowed and spoke quietly. "We... we kissed. That was it. It didn’t last more than a second."

Matteo’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes grew dark and heavy. "And you shared a room?"

"What happened was—" Adrian started, his voice stuttering as panic clawed at his throat. "Iris said she couldn’t sleep alone after everything—"

"Enough," Matteo cut in.

He didn’t want to hear the details. Just the thought of someone else being close to Adrian was enough to make his blood boil. He turned away, holding back his anger, his hands gripping the edge of the pool until his fingers went stiff.

Adrian watched him, feeling the tension coming off him. Matteo took a slow breath, trying to calm himself and push the anger aside. He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but it was still there in his eyes.

Matteo turned back to Adrian, his restraint slipping. He stepped closer, gripping Adrian’s neck as he pulled him into a hard kiss. The pressure was too much and choking, but Adrian didn’t pull away. He understood that Matteo just needed to calm down.

He let the aggression wash over him, offering a submissive return to the kiss, until the pressure against his throat became too much to bear.

"You’re hurting me," Adrian choked out.

Matteo froze. He let go immediately, stepping back as the tension in him cracked. "I’m sorry," he muttered, not meeting Adrian’s eyes. "Let’s just go back inside."

Adrian reached out, cupping Matteo’s face and lifting it so he had no choice but to look at him.

"I’m sorry," Matteo said, his voice quieter now, the edge gone. "I just... I get jealous. Sometimes I worry you’ll get tired of how possessive I am."

He let out a small breath. "I’m really sorry."

Adrian held his gaze.

"I’m trying to change," Matteo said. "I don’t like sharing. What’s mine... I want it to be mine. Just mine."

"It won’t happen again," Adrian promised.

Matteo leaned in, his intensity still there, though softer now, edged with a need for reassurance. "You’re mine, Adrian. Mine alone. Do you understand?"

Adrian nodded slowly. "I understand."

That small acknowledgment was all it took for the tension to snap. Their kiss shifted, losing its frantic edge and becoming deep, slow, and consuming. The frustration between them dissolved into a heated intimacy in the quiet of the pool.

After they had finally burned off all the intense passion from the night, they returned to the room, took a cool shower, and collapsed into bed.

Just before sleep took over, Matteo spoke, his voice low in the quiet.

"What are you going to do about Iris?"

Adrian shifted slightly, his head resting against Matteo. "Leave her to me."

Matteo frowned. "What if she tells your family about us?"

Adrian didn’t hesitate. "I’m not scared. I thought about everything before I made this decision. I’m thirty... I know what I want for myself."

He paused, then added more softly, "She can do whatever she wants. The only person that matters is my sister. And I’ve already made up my mind... I’ll tell her myself when I get back home."

Matteo studied him. "And if Iris gets to her first?"

Adrian gave a small, confident smile. "She won’t believe her. Not until she hears it from me."

Matteo’s brow lifted slightly. "You know her that well?"

Adrian nodded. "She’s like my mother. She raised me... so I know her better than anyone."

The tension slowly faded after that, their voices growing quieter as they talked about everything and nothing, until exhaustion finally claimed them, wrapped around each other, safe in the silence.

The following morning, before the rest of the world had fully awakened, Iris arrived at Maya’s doorstep, her mind heavy with thoughts of revenge.

She rang the doorbell impatiently. Within moments, a maid hurried to open the door. As soon as Iris stepped into the foyer, the maid rushed off to inform Maya of the early visitor.

When the maid reached the door, she knocked gently. "Good morning, Madam. Miss Iris is here to see you."

Maya checked the clock, frowning at the early hour. "What could be so urgent?" she murmured to the empty room.

After quickly pulling on something comfortable, she made her way downstairs. When she reached the living room, she found Iris waiting, her expression tight and brittle.

They exchanged a curt greeting. Maya offered her a tea, but Iris declined with a brief shake of her head.

"Fine," Maya said, her patience thinning. "Let’s get straight to the point, Iris."

Iris didn’t hesitate. She began with Adrian, her voice dripping with feigned concern, before quickly pivoting to the real target. She detailed everything she had heard, every moan, every intimate confession, and the chilling moment Adrian had openly admitted to his relationship with Matteo.

Maya listened in silence, her expression controlled. For a moment, her eyes revealed a trace of emotion before returning to calm. When Iris finally fell quiet, leaning forward in expectation of a strong reaction, Maya remained calm.

"Thank you, Iris," Maya said softly. "I will know what to do."

Iris bristled, her eyes widening. "Is that all? That’s your response?"

"I said I will know what to do," Maya repeated.

"Maya, listen to me!" Iris hissed, her composure fraying. "Adrian is with the devil of this city. I expected you to drag him home, to take action, or at least go to your father immediately!"

Maya stared at her, still unmoved.

"Why aren’t you saying anything?" Iris demanded, standing up. "Doesn’t this bother you at all?"

Maya rose to meet her gaze, her eyes cold and resolute. "Because he is my brother, Iris. And before I believe a word of this, I intend to speak to him myself."

Iris stared at Maya, her expression twisting with disbelief. She had come expecting an ally, ready to spark outrage, only to be dismissed like an inconvenience.

Maya didn’t even flinch at the hostility radiating from her guest. "You’re welcome to stay for breakfast," she said. "If not, you can see yourself out. I’ll deal with this after I’ve spoken to him."

She offered a final nod. "Thank you for coming, Iris."

Without waiting for a reply, Maya turned and walked toward the dining room.