[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body-Chapter 11: Adrian’s Dangerous Discovery

He kept his eyes locked on Adrian’s, describing in vivid, filthy detail exactly how he wanted to handle him. "If I fuck you once, Adrian, you’ll never want anyone else. I’ll stretch you out until you’re addicted to the way I make you feel. I’ll claim every inch of you until you forget what it’s like to breathe without me."

Matteo let out a jagged breath, his thumb circling the head of his cock as he watched Adrian, waiting for him to give in.

But the reaction Matteo expected never came. Instead, Adrian’s expression hardened, the heat in his eyes replaced by a cold flicker of revulsion.

"Stop it," Adrian snapped, his voice shaking with irritation. "Do you really think this is attractive? Because it’s not. It’s pathetic. You think you can sit there and convince me to want you, but all you’re doing is proving how delusional you are."

Adrian sat up on the bed, clutching the duvet to his chest as if the sight of Matteo disgusted him. "I told you, I’m not gay. None of this, the house, the power, your body, is going to change that. This isn’t working, Matteo. All it’s doing is making me want to be anywhere but in this room with you."

The rhythmic sound of skin against skin stopped. Matteo paused, his hand tightening around his cock as Adrian’s words sank in.

For a moment, the room fell completely silent.

Without a word, Matteo pulled his robe closed, covering himself. He didn’t explode in anger, even though the rejection stung. He tied the silk sash with a sharp pull and stood up.

The hunger in his eyes vanished as he reminded himself who he was—Matteo. Whatever softness had shown for a moment disappeared, replaced by a cold, controlled calm.

Adrian trembled, fear and anger running through him. He looked at Matteo with pure hatred. "Give me my clothes," he hissed.

Matteo fought the urge to lose his temper. He wouldn’t give Adrian the satisfaction of seeing it.

He walked to the intercom and pressed the button. "Bring the guest’s clothes up," he said, his voice firm.

He paused, his finger still resting on the button as he looked back at Adrian.

"And arrange a companion for me," he added calmly. "Someone who knows how to please a man and doesn’t waste my time."

"Understood, Boss," came the immediate reply from the other end.

Moments later, a heavy knock sounded. A bodyguard entered, bowing low. "Boss, the situation at the warehouse needs your attention. The rats aren’t talking."

Matteo gave a short nod and pulled on a pair of black trousers, then a black shirt, leaving the top buttons undone. He didn’t look at Adrian again. He turned and walked out of the room without another word.

A few minutes later, a maid came in with Adrian’s clothes. She set them down, bowed politely, and left without a word.

Adrian grabbed them immediately. He didn’t bother with another shower. All he wanted was to get dressed and leave the house as fast as possible.

His hands shook as he pulled on his shirt and trousers. When he finished, he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for one of Matteo’s men to come and take him away.

But the minutes passed, and no one came.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

A guard stepped inside. He gave a brief bow, his expression blank. "Please step outside," the man said. "Our Boss has a guest."

Adrian stared at him in disbelief. "Where’s Matteo?" he asked, stunned.

The guard didn’t answer. He stepped aside and waited.

Adrian clenched his jaw and walked out into the hallway.

As he stepped out, he nearly collided with someone coming the other way.

The man was young and strikingly attractive—slim, polished, and dressed to impress. One glance was enough for Adrian to understand why he was there, but he didn’t care.

"The Boss will be here soon," the guard said to the new arrival. "If you need anything, use the intercom." He gestured toward the device on the wall. "The maids will bring it."

"Thank you," the guy murmured with a shy smile.

The guard led Adrian down a long hallway. The place felt cold and quiet.

They stopped near a wooden bench against the wall. "Wait here," the guard said, pointing to it.

Adrian frowned. "I’m ready to leave now," he protested, his voice rising. "Can someone just drive me home?"

"The drivers are occupied," the guard replied coldly. "Wait until one of them is available."

Then he turned and walked away.

Adrian sat alone. From where he waited, he could see the door to the room he had just left.

Maids moved in and out, carrying trays of food and expensive wine for the new guest. No one paid him any attention.

His head still throbbed from the alcohol the night before, and his stomach tightened with hunger, but no one came to him.

An hour passed. The mansion felt eerily quiet until, suddenly, a muffled, agonizing scream tore through the silence.

Adrian frowned. For a moment, he wondered if he had imagined it. His empty stomach was already making his head feel strange.

But the sound came again—louder this time.

Whose voice was that? Where was it coming from?

At first, he stayed where he was, telling himself not to get involved. But curiosity slowly got the better of him.

Adrian stood up, his heart jumping into his throat.

He followed the sound, moving toward the back of the grand staircase. Without really thinking about it, he kept walking, drawn by the voice.

The mansion seemed even larger from this side. The farther he went, the more he realized how big the place truly was.

The voice grew clearer now, high and strained with pain.

Ahead of him, he noticed a heavy door slightly open, leading down to a hidden basement.

Adrian stepped closer and peered through the narrow gap. The space beyond was dim, and his eyes struggled to adjust. At first, all he saw were shadows moving under harsh lights.

Then the shapes slowly became clearer.

Two figures hung from the ceiling by their wrists, their bodies slumped and covered in blood.

Adrian’s breath caught in his throat.

A third figure stood nearby—tall, dressed in black. Adrian had to focus for a moment before he realized who it was.

Matteo.

Around him, several men were beating the prisoners without mercy, demanding answers that the men refused to give.

Without warning, the room went silent. Matteo raised the gun. Click-clack. He shot both men in the head. Blood spattered across the floor.

Adrian let out a choked gasp, his hand flying to his mouth. Horror caught in his throat as he stumbled back, his mind racing with one terrifying thought.

He’s a murderer.

He killed them. He really is a monster.

"Who’s there?" Tony’s voice roared from inside.

Adrian bolted. He ran blindly as his life depended on it, his mind a blur of "gun" and "blood." He raced through the massive house, losing his way in the labyrinth of study rooms and corridors. He could hear the guards closing in.

Just as he thought he was caught, a hand reached out from a dark alcove and dragged him behind a wall. Adrian was shaking violently, his chest heaving. The person pinned him to the wall, hand clamped over his mouth.

"Quiet," the man whispered.

Footsteps rushed past them. The guards moved down the corridor, their voices fading as they ran by.

When the noise finally died away, the hand slowly loosened.

Adrian slowly lifted his head, trying to focus. The dim light made everything blur together, and his eyes struggled to adjust.

His gaze dropped first to the man’s clothes.

White.

The man standing in front of him wore a clean white shirt, neat and casual. His hair was carefully styled, not messy.

Adrian blinked hard and forced himself to look up at the man’s face.

For a split second, his heart jumped.

Matteo?

But then confusion crept in. Adrian shook his head slightly, trying to clear the fog in his mind.

No... that doesn’t make sense.

Matteo had been wearing black earlier. His hair had been messy, like he hadn’t bothered to fix it. There was no way he could have changed this quickly.

Adrian was still staring, trying to make sense of it, when the man suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him closer.

"Do you have a death wish?" the man asked quietly.

Adrian struggled against his grip, his voice dropping to a frantic whisper. "Matteo... please... I didn’t see anything—"

He stopped mid-sentence.

Adrian squinted, trying to focus on the man’s face. Something felt different. The presence in front of him didn’t carry the same cold weight. The gaze looking back at him wasn’t cruel, it was curious, as if the whole situation entertained him.

Adrian blinked. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"You... you aren’t Matteo," he said slowly.

The man lowered his hand. A slow smile spread across his lips, far too warm to belong to the Devil Adrian had met earlier.

"You really don’t know how to say thank you, do you?" he said lightly. "Matteo wasn’t lying about your manners."

Adrian stared at him, his thoughts spinning.

"You’re not him," he murmured again.

"No," the man replied, leaning a little closer. "Nice to meet you, Adrian. I’m Mark Marcone. Matteo’s twin brother."

Adrian’s eyes widened.

"Twin?" he blurted out. "He... he has a twin?"