[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

He had walked right up to her.

She didn’t need to search anymore.

The scapegoat had come to her on his own.

Iris looked at him carefully, then tilted her head slightly as if trying to remember.

"I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before..." she said calmly, masking her recognition.

The man smiled faintly. "Maybe you have."

He gestured toward a private booth. "Can we sit? I’d prefer we talk somewhere quieter... just the two of us."

Iris studied him for a second, then nodded. "Give me a moment."

She turned back to her friend. "I’ll be right back. I need to speak with him."

Her friend raised a brow but didn’t question it.

Iris picked up her bag and walked over to the booth where the man was already seated.

She sat across from him, crossing her legs, her posture relaxed, but her eyes sharp.

Before saying anything, the man leaned slightly forward. "Can I get you something? A drink?"

Iris shook her head. "I’m more interested in why you’re here."

He smiled slightly. "Straight to the point. I like it."

He paused briefly, then said, "My name is Tony."

Iris didn’t react, but her gaze fixed on him.

"You’ve seen me before because I’m close to Matteo... Very close."

That got her attention.

Tony’s eyes darkened. "And the reason I’m here is simple... I want us to work together."

Iris raised a brow. "Work together?"

Tony leaned forward. "Don’t pretend. The last time, you abducted Adrian."

He let out a low chuckle. "Honestly? I was impressed."

Iris didn’t smile. She only watched him.

"You’re smart," Tony said. "But you’re missing something."

Iris raised a brow. "And what is that?"

"A partner," he replied. "Someone who understands how this world works, If you had someone like me back then... someone with even half my knowledge, they wouldn’t still be together. You’re clever, Iris... but you’re operating in the dark. You need eyes on the inside."

"Why are you telling me this?" Iris said. "What do you get out of helping me?"

Tony didn’t flinch. "I want what I’ve been denied for years. I’ve been by Matteo’s side since before he had power, before people feared his name. I’ve always loved him. Then Adrian showed up out of nowhere and changed everything. I’m not trying to destroy the family, Iris. I just want him to look at me... instead of that boy."

Iris studied him closely, looking for any sign of deception, but found only desperation.

Iris leaned back. "So you want Matteo," she said slowly.

Tony nodded. "And you want Adrian. So we help each other. You get what you want... and I get what’s mine."

Iris looked at him, her expression unreadable. "How do you expect me to trust you? You approached me yourself, you can’t expect me to just trust you now."

Tony said, "You can check my profile, confirm everything I just told you. I’m the closest person to the family. If anything is going to happen in that house, I’m the only one you can use against them. The rest can’t even get close. You can confirm it."

He held her gaze. "All I want is Matteo to be mine. You want Adrian to be yours. If we work together, we can achieve that. That’s all I want. I’m not betraying the family... I just want what’s mine, Matteo. And you should take what’s yours, Adrian." Tony repeated.

Iris paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, fine. I also have something to ask."

Tony nodded. "Go ahead. Ask."

Iris leaned forward slightly. "In his family... who does Matteo love the most? I mean within his inner circle."

Tony thought for a moment. "Matteo cares about all his family," he said. "But there’s one person he doesn’t joke with at all."

Iris’s eyes narrowed. "Who?"

"His twin brother—Mark."

Tony explains. "Matteo loves him deeply. He sees Mark as a part of himself. If Mark is hurt, it’s the same as hurting Matteo. That’s how close they are."

He leaned back slightly. "So if you’re asking who he cares about the most... It’s Mark."

Iris tilted her head slightly. "Then how do you tell them apart? I’ve heard they look exactly alike... like there’s no difference."

Tony gave a small nod. "To people who don’t know them, yes... It’s almost impossible."

He continued, "But I’ve been around them for a long time, so I can tell. Mark is calmer... more gentle. Matteo is more intense."

Iris listened closely.

"If you’re talking about their faces alone," Tony added, "there’s no difference. If they wear the same clothes, you won’t be able to tell them apart."

He paused, then said, "The only obvious difference is their style. Matteo mostly wears black. Mark also wears black, but he mixes in other colors... lighter, softer ones."

Tony leaned back slightly. "And their presence too. Mark is calmer... You can see it in his expression."

Iris nodded slightly. "Alright. Leave your card with me. I’ll get back to you."

Tony gave a small nod and reached into his pocket, placing his card on the table. "I’ll be waiting," he said. "But don’t take too long. I don’t want things to go deeper between them before you reach out."

Iris picked up the card. "Alright."

Without another word, their conversation came to an end.

Iris stood up and walked back to her friend, leaving Tony alone in the booth.

Back at the mansion, Matteo finally gathered the courage to call his father. He decided it was time to come clean about everything, wanting his father to hear the truth from him directly rather than through whispers and rumors.

He told him he had planned to come in person to talk about it, but the situation had forced him to speak now.

He explained that he had intended to tell him about his sexuality for a long time, but the circumstances had never been right.

He made his position clear: he had no interest in marrying a woman or taking a wife. He loved men, and he had already found the one person who held his heart. Beyond just his personal life, he opened up about the internal struggles he had been facing, the secrets he had been keeping from his father regarding the dynamics within his own household and the conduct of his men.

His father listened quietly.

When Matteo finished, there was a brief silence.

Then his father finally spoke.

"When you come back, come and see me," he said calmly. "We will talk about this properly. You need to give me a clear reason... something I can understand, why I should accept this path you’ve chosen. For now... I will wait."

"Make sure you come to me the moment you are back," his father repeated before the line went dead.

Matteo lowered his phone and let out a slow breath.

He felt a sense of relief.

His father hadn’t exploded. He hadn’t reacted harshly. And Matteo understood why his father was not the type to act without thinking. He would rather wait, see him face to face, and then decide.

At least... it wasn’t chaos yet.

Matteo ran a hand through his hair, then stood up.

After a moment, he turned and walked upstairs... toward their room.

When Matteo reached the door, he gestured for the bodyguard to step aside.

Without saying much, Matteo took out his key card and unlocked the door. Even though Adrian had locked it from inside earlier, the system allowed Matteo to override it. The door clicked open quietly.

It was already late.

Adrian hadn’t eaten... and Matteo had come up with only one intention, to talk to him calmly, gently... to make him relax enough to at least come downstairs and eat something, even if it was just a little.

But the moment he stepped into the room.

He froze.

Adrian was asleep.

Not just asleep, completely sprawled across the bed.

One leg stretched wide, the other half bent. His arms spread out like he was claiming the entire space. Pillows were everywhere, pushed to every corner, filling the empty spots as he had carefully blocked every space Matteo could lie on.

Matteo blinked.

Then suddenly...

He laughed.

A real laugh.

He couldn’t help it.

"In my own bed?" he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

He knew exactly what Adrian was doing.

Even in his sleep, he was still stubborn. Still fighting him in his own way.

Matteo walked closer, his expression softening.

"This is how you want to play it..." he murmured.

But as much as the scene entertained him, he could also see it clearly, there was no way Adrian was comfortable sleeping like that.

So slowly, carefully, Matteo reached out.

He gently moved one of the pillows aside... then lightly touched Adrian’s arm, trying to shift him into a better position.

"Just sleep properly, stubborn big head," Matteo whispered. "I get it... I’m banned from the bed tonight. But at least sleep comfortably."

But the moment Adrian felt the movement.

His eyes snapped open.

And the first thing he saw was Matteo.

Adrian immediately pushed at him. "Don’t touch me!"

Matteo paused, slightly surprised.

"Don’t sleep here," Adrian said, his voice heavy with sleep but stubborn as ever. "Don’t come near me. Stay away."

Matteo almost smiled.

Adrian shifted again, trying to block the bed even more, pulling a pillow closer like a shield.

Matteo held his hands up in mock surrender, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Okay, okay, I’m not sleeping here. Just... stop fighting the pillows, baby. You’re going to hurt yourself."

Matteo said. "Babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t come here to fight. I’m just here to tell you that you need to come and eat something. Anything."

Adrian’s eyes narrowed, his chest rising with anger. "Fuck your food," he snapped. "I’m not hungry."

Matteo leaned in, his expression shifting from teasing to something much more intense, "It’s alright if you don’t want food...do you want my dick inside you instead? I bet it will calm you down."

Adrian’s eyes flew open...