[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body-Chapter 18: A Coincidence… Or Something Else?
"I’m not nice," Matteo corrected him instantly. "I have simply chosen to treat you differently than everyone else."
"Why?" Adrian asked.
Matteo leaned in, his shadow falling over Adrian. "Forget the ’why’ for now. Tell me what made you so sad."
Adrian turned his face away, his gaze drifting toward the flickering streetlights outside the car window. Their pale glow cast long, restless shadows across his features.
He didn’t want to answer.
He didn’t want to hand the most shattered pieces of his soul to a man like Matteo, someone who lived comfortably in a world of darkness and blood.
But the grief inside him was rising like a tide, heavy and suffocating. Adrian suddenly realized that if he didn’t let it out, it would swallow him whole right there in the backseat of the luxury car.
Slowly, Adrian spoke, the words dragging themselves out of the depths of his chest.
"I used to have a beautiful family... my wife and my son." he began slowly.
His eyes stayed fixed on the passing lights outside the window.
"My wife... she was an incredible woman. Always cheerful. She had this way of making everything feel lighter, even the darkest days."
A faint, painful smile appeared on his lips.
"She stayed with me when everyone else turned their backs on me. When the world decided I was nothing but trouble... she still chose me."
His voice trembled slightly.
"She used to wake me up every morning with coffee and that ridiculous smile of hers. She would sing while cooking... even though she couldn’t sing well at all."
Adrian laughed weakly through the sadness.
"And my son... he had her smile. Bright and innocent. Every time he laughed, it felt like the whole world was worth living in again."
The smile slowly faded from his face.
"But three years ago... on the night of my birthday... they died in a car accident."
His voice cracked.
"I didn’t know I would be the one driving them to their deaths. I didn’t know my cursed life would take them away too."
His hands trembled.
"I miss them every single day... I really do."
The tears he had been holding back finally fell.
Adrian wiped his face quickly but more tears followed.
"I should have listened to her," he said brokenly. "She wanted us to stay home and celebrate quietly. Just the three of us."
He shook his head.
"But I wanted something special. I wanted to take them out for dinner... celebrate properly."
His shoulders trembled.
"And that decision took them away from me."
Matteo watched him silently before speaking.
Adrian," Matteo said, his voice unusually grounded. "Why are you blaming yourself? You didn’t plan an accident."
Adrian’s tears fell harder.
"You don’t understand anything."
Matteo didn’t look away.
"Then make me understand."
Adrian took a long, shaky breath.
"I’m bad luck."
Matteo frowned slightly.
"The day I was born, my mother almost died giving birth to me. She survived... but that day became the reason someone started hating me."
Adrian hesitated before continuing.
"I didn’t understand it then."
His voice grew quieter.
"But strange things always happened around me."
He rubbed his face slowly.
"When I turned five, we held a birthday party. It should have been a happy day... but terrible things happened to everyone who attended."
He swallowed.
"Someone fell down the stairs. Another guest had a sudden accident on the way home. Everything turned chaotic."
He laughed bitterly.
"That’s when people started whispering that I was cursed."
Matteo’s expression hardened.
Adrian continued.
"When I turned twelve, my mother and my grandmother took me out to celebrate my birthday."
His eyes grew distant.
"On the way there... we had a car accident."
His voice broke.
"My mother and my grandmother died that night."
Adrian looked down at his hands.
"And I survived. Not even a scratch."
Adrian’s hands were shaking, his voice rising with the weight of years of trauma.
"That was the moment someone began to hate me completely."
Adrian didn’t say the name.
But the meaning was obvious.
"When I turned fifteen... I was sent away."
His voice was hollow now.
"The pain was too much for someone to look at me every day. Every time he saw me... he remembered what he had lost."
Adrian laughed weakly.
"So I started living alone. I had money... but that was all I had."
Matteo spoke quietly. "I know. Your father is a powerful politician."
Adrian looked at him with surprise.
"I wondered why you lived in that small house when I came there earlier," Matteo added.
Adrian chuckled through his tears.
"Why are you digging into my life so much?"
Matteo said,
"Continue."
Adrian sighed softly.
"With my sister’s help, I managed to get my own place."
A softer expression appeared on his face.
"She checked on me whenever she had the chance... even though everyone around us thought it was strange for a teenager to be living by himself."
Matteo asked, "Why didn’t your sister stay with you?"
Adrian shook his head. "My father wouldn’t allow it. She’s only three years older than me... and she had just turned eighteen. He refused to let her move in."
He paused before continuing. "But things changed when I entered university."
His voice softened. "That’s where I met my wife... and two of my closest friends."
For a moment his face brightened with old memories.
"That was the moment my life slowly began to change. I started smiling again. And for the first time in years, I allowed myself to believe that maybe... my life wasn’t cursed after all."
He took a shaky breath. "After graduation, we got married. Her family didn’t really like me... but she didn’t care."
His lips trembled. "And then we had our son."
A tear slid down his cheek. "He was three years old."
Adrian’s voice broke completely now.
"On my twenty-sixth birthday... we had that accident."
His shoulders shook as the grief overwhelmed him. "I lost both of them."
He buried his face in his hands.
"And I survived again."
His voice turned into a broken whisper.
"I should have known... my birthday is cursed."
"I’m nothing but bad luck."
Adrian began crying uncontrollably.
Matteo remained silent for a moment, the quiet hum of the car filling the space between them.
Then he spoke, his voice lower than before.
"I don’t know how to comfort you," he admitted quietly. "I’ve never really understood pain."
His gaze stayed on Adrian.
"Since the day I was born, I’ve seen things... and done things I can’t even say out loud."
He paused, studying Adrian carefully.
"But somehow... your tears reach me."
A faint crease appeared between his brows.
"I don’t know why."
Matteo shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes fixed on Adrian.
"But if there’s one thing I can say..."
His voice softened.
"I don’t want to see you cry."
He paused for a brief moment before adding quietly, "because you look far more beautiful when you smile."
Adrian turned slightly toward him, trying to see his face. But the dim light inside the car was useless to his watery eyes. Everything blurred together, and Matteo’s expression remained nothing more than a shadow.
"I hate you," Adrian muttered hoarsely. "You’re just another piece of my bad luck."
Matteo didn’t react. His expression remained like stone, immovable and cold. "Then you’ll have to learn to bear with it," he replied, "because this piece of bad luck is stuck with you."
Adrian shook his head slowly, tears still clinging to his lashes.
Matteo let out a quiet breath. "Wipe your eyes and stop crying," he said. "You’re a man. Remember that. Act like one." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
Adrian didn’t answer. He leaned his head against the cool glass of the window, the interior of the car falling into an uneasy silence. He watched the city’s blurred lights streak by, feeling hollowed out by the truth he had just confessed.
After a long silence, Matteo finally spoke. His voice was different now, more focused than before.
"Where exactly did the accident happen three years ago?"
Adrian blinked slightly, surprised by the question. "Miles City," he answered after a moment. "Along Route 6."
Matteo’s gaze sharpened slightly.
"What day is your birthday?"
"September twenty-second," Adrian answered.
Matteo shifted in his seat, his posture suddenly rigid. "Did it happen in the evening? Or late at night?"
"It was night," Adrian murmured. "Late."
"It happened close to the Highway Road 1 intersection, didn’t it?"
Adrian froze, turning his head slightly toward Matteo. "Yes... very close. How do you know that?"
Matteo’s mood shifted instantly. The air in the car grew tense. He looked away, his jaw tightening. After a brief pause, he said quietly, "Because... that same night, my twin brother had an accident."
