[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

"I will," Adrian promised, savoring the warmth of Matteo’s touch before he finally stepped out of the car.

He watched the car disappear into the distance before turning toward his front door. He walked up, swiped his key card, and stepped inside.

The house was quiet.

A second later, a maid hurried toward him, gently taking his bag and carrying it upstairs. Adrian followed behind her in silence.

When they reached his room, she set the bag down, bowed politely, and left.

Adrian collapsed onto the bed, resting his head back with a tired sigh. For a moment, he considered calling his sister to let her know he was home. But the exhaustion of the past few days settled deep into his bones, and he chose instead to rest before facing the world again.

Matteo didn’t go home.

Instead, he went straight to Marco’s company.

The moment his car stopped, he stepped out without hesitation and walked directly inside. His presence alone was enough, no one stopped him, no one questioned him. He bypassed the reception desk, ignoring the startled gasp of the secretary as he strode past.

He didn’t wait.

He went straight to Marco’s office.

He kicked the door open.

Marco was inside, seated behind his desk, casually flipping through files with a cup of coffee in his hand.

He didn’t even look surprised.

Matteo’s voice cut through the room.

"What the hell was that?" Matteo asked, his voice low and edged with restrained anger.

Marco didn’t even flinch. He leaned back, crossing his legs as he looked up with a smile. "What does it look like, little brother?"

Matteo stepped forward, his hands clenched at his sides. "I’ve respected you as my brother. I stepped down from the family’s shipping business because I didn’t want friction; I thought that would be the end of it. But this?"

His voice hardened.

"This is my personal business. A company I built from the ground up, completely separate from the family. So why are you trying to ruin me? Why are you trying to corner me and take what’s mine?"

Marco let out a harsh, dry laugh. "Oh, cry me a river. Do you have any idea how it looks from my side? You touch everything, and it turns to gold. You become the boss, the most feared man in the city, and even when you step back, your shadow is still longer than anyone else’s. Now you jump into a new venture and you’re already making more than people who’ve been in the game for decades."

Matteo’s temper snapped. "How the hell is it my fault that I succeed at what I work hard for?"

He stepped forward, his voice rising. "I didn’t just jump into this. I spent months isolating myself, learning everything about this business before stepping into it. I understand how it works, and it works because I put in the effort."

Marco stood up, his eyes narrowing. "You’re not the only one who’s put in hard work in this business, Matteo. If you can climb to the top, why the hell can’t I?"

"I’m not saying you can’t succeed," Matteo shot back. "I’m saying you can’t take what I’ve already built. This is mine. I’ve invested everything into this project, and you’re trying to swoop in and claim the harvest."

"There’s nothing left to talk about," Marco said coldly. "You either step aside... or we settle this the hard way."

Matteo looked at his brother, the bond of blood thinning with every second. "I don’t want to fight you, Marco. But I am warning you: step away from this project. It costs more than you’re prepared to pay."

Marco scoffed. "Concerned about your investment? I’ll return every penny. But the project? It’s mine now."

Matteo’s gaze hardened.

Marco’s smirk widened. "They’re already choosing me... thanks to you."

Matteo shook his head. "You told them we were partners. They trusted you because you’re my brother. And you used that. It was a lie."

Marco let out a cold laugh. "You don’t deserve that position, little brother. I do. I’m the elder, I should be the one at the top."

A heavy, suffocating silence filled the room. Matteo’s expression went completely blank, the look of a man who had finally reached his limit.

"If you don’t step down," Matteo said, his voice terrifyingly calm, "then I’ll forget you’re my brother. I’ve done enough. I’ve been patient long enough. What’s mine... stays mine."

He turned to leave, but Marco’s voice stopped him at the door. "Then dare me, Matteo. Go on... give it a try."

Matteo walked out, the threat hanging in the air like a blade. Marco remained alone in the office, his jaw tight, years of jealousy simmering beneath the surface, a hatred for everything Matteo touched, and a bitter, desperate need to tear it all down.

Matteo stepped out into the cold air, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside him. He got into the car, his face blank, controlled.

"Where to, sir?" the driver asked.

Matteo hesitated. He had planned to see his father on Sunday, and he wasn’t ready to break that plan by showing up unannounced today.

"Take me back to Adrian’s place," Matteo said shortly.

He didn’t want to be alone, and he certainly didn’t want to worry Mark about this. Within an hour, he was back at Adrian’s doorstep.

He didn’t bother ringing the bell. Instead, he took out his phone and sent a quick message.

Minutes later, the door opened, and Adrian stood there... surprised, but clearly relieved to see him back so soon.

Matteo walked inside, and they both headed straight upstairs to the bedroom.

Once inside Adrian’s room, Matteo sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his forehead, his mind clearly miles away.

Adrian watched him for a moment, sensing the shift in the air. The man who had left hours ago was composed; the one who returned was shaken.

"Babe, what happened?" Adrian asked softly, sitting beside him.

"I’m fine," Matteo muttered.

Adrian frowned. "No... you’re not."

Matteo stayed silent.

Adrian’s voice softened. "Talk to me."

Matteo didn’t want to talk, he never liked airing his family’s dirty laundry, but Adrian’s gentle persistence slowly wore him down.

With a long breath, Matteo finally gave in. He stood up, slipped off his jacket and shoes, then climbed onto the bed and sat Adrian beside him. The truth began to spill out in a weary, fragmented confession.

"I want to tell you my story... how my dark side started," Matteo said.

Adrian nodded softly. "Alright, baby. I’m listening."

"It started long before I became who I am today... even before my parents’ divorce," Matteo began.

"Marco was always the one who bullied me. I was quiet... gentle, barely speaking. I spent my childhood trying to stay out of his way, but it didn’t matter. He bullied me relentlessly."

"It didn’t stop at home. At school, it got even worse. People who knew our family background would gang up on Mark and me."

Back then, Mark was the one who always defended me because his voice was more commanding than mine. Even now, Mark has a strong voice that commands a room, he never means to be mean, but his voice has always been my shield. Because of that, we were able to get through a lot of bullying in school."

Matteo sighed. "I never cared about the family position or stepping into that world. I just wanted a normal life. But the bullying, at school and at home, became too much. And eventually... it started affecting Mark too."

Adrian frowned slightly but stayed silent.

"We couldn’t even complain to our father. To him, any struggle was weakness. He always told us to fight back."

"Then one day, a group of boys hurt Mark... and that was it. That was my breaking point. After everything, even being bullied by my own brother, I couldn’t take it anymore. I decided... I was going to rise to the top."

Matteo’s expression turned chilling, his eyes darkening as he stared at the wall, seeing a memory that clearly never faded.

He looked at Adrian. "Do you know how I came to be known as the devil of this city?"

Adrian frowned. "How?"

Matteo said, "The gang of boys didn’t just bully Mark... they pushed him."

Matteo’s voice lowered. "They pushed him down a flight of stairs at school. When I saw him lying there, broken and in pain because of them... something inside me snapped."

Adrian felt a shiver run down his spine, his hand tightening around Matteo’s. "What did you do?" he asked, already sensing the severity of the answer.

"I lured them," Matteo said, his gaze shifting to meet Adrian’s. "I drew them to the roof of the tallest building on the school grounds. They thought they were going to corner me, but I had already decided they weren’t walking away."

Matteo leaned closer. "Ask me what I did to them."

Adrian shook his head, unease creeping into his expression. "What did you do to them?" he asked.

Matteo held his gaze, eyes dark and cold. "I pushed two of them off the edge. They hit the pavement and died instantly."

Adrian went pale, his breath catching in his throat. He watched as Matteo recalled the violence with a terrifying detachment.

"I was so consumed by that rage, by the need to protect my own, that I wanted to push the rest of them too," Matteo said. "But the others... they saw what happened. They saw their friends fall, and they turned and ran for their lives before I could reach them."

Adrian went still, his expression shifting from confusion to shock. He looked at Matteo like he didn’t recognize him for a second.

"...You... did that?"

Matteo let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "That was the day I realized exactly how powerful my father’s reach was. I thought for sure I’d be facing the consequences, that my life was over before it even began. But the case? It was buried. It was wiped away, suppressed, silenced, like it never even happened. That was my first real lesson in this world: if you have enough power, you can bury anything, even blood."

He paused, his eyes pained. "That was when my life got harder. I had to toughen up..."