[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body-Chapter 23: First Kiss in the Middle of Gunfire
The guards dragged him away, his pleas fading as the doors shut.
Tony took a sip of his drink, a dark smirk on his face. "You’re getting soft, Mat. Usually, that man wouldn’t be walking out of here alive."
Matteo leaned back, his eyes narrowing slightly as a certain stubborn Adrian crossed his mind.
"I’m not kind, Tony," he said calmly. "I could end his life right now. I’m just in a good mood. Tomorrow will decide his fate."
Tony let out a quiet chuckle. "You’re in a good mood because of him, right?"
Matteo exhaled smoke, his expression turning colder. "Tony... stop. I don’t want any argument between us."
Matteo pulled his phone from his pocket, his attention already gone from the room.
Tony was still talking, something about timing, about the auction, about consequences, but Matteo wasn’t listening anymore.
His thumb hovered over Adrian’s name.
For a second, his expression softened, just a little.
Then he typed.
Matteo: Hey baby.
A slow smile curved on his lips as he stared at the message, like he could already picture Adrian’s reaction. The way he’d roll his eyes... or pretend not to care.
He sat back, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction, his thumb hovering over the phone as he waited.
The phone buzzed almost instantly.
Adrian: You typed the wrong message.
Matteo’s smirk deepened. He began typing back, his fingers moving with a dark, playful energy. The message is for exactly who I intended it for, Adrian.
But before he could hit send, the double doors of the VIP lounge swung open with a violent thud.
Harry hurried inside.
The urgency in his step made Tony pause his drink halfway to his lips.
"Harry leaned in close to Matteo’s ear. ’Boss... update on Adrian. He didn’t go home after the studio. He’s at Den’s Lovers. On a date... with a woman.’"
Matteo went completely still, his gaze fixing on a distant point only he could see.
"What did you just say?" His voice dropped, low and dangerous.
"A date, boss," Harry answered quickly. "They’ve been there for twenty minutes."
Matteo stood up so abruptly his chair screeched harshly against the floor. The calm, calculating boss from moments ago was gone, replaced by something raw, obsessive, and dangerously territorial.
"Mat, where are you going?" Tony asked, standing up as well. "The auction starts in two hours. That’s a night game, remember? The collectors from the East are already arriving. You can’t miss the opening bid."
"Go without me," Matteo said, his voice flat. "I’ll meet you there later."
"But—"
"I said go, Tony!" Matteo roared, the sound echoing like a gunshot through the club.
He didn’t wait for a reply. He stormed toward the exit, his long black coat billowing behind him like the wings of a vulture. "Harry! Get the cars. Now."
The fleet of black cars tore away from the curb seconds later, tires screaming against the asphalt.
Inside the lead car, Matteo stared at his phone, his chest heaving with a jealous rage he couldn’t control.
"Drive faster," Matteo said, his hand gripping the door handle so hard the leather groaned.
After Adrian left Charles and Frank, he decided to reach out to Juliet. She was one of the few women who had been trying to get him out of the house for months.
They sat at a small table near the window of a quiet restaurant. Adrian was enjoying himself, even going as far as inviting Juliet to his place for the weekend. He was smiling, finally feeling a bit of normal life.
Suddenly, the front doors swung open. The entire restaurant went silent as four men in black suits stepped inside, led by Matteo.
Whispers broke out immediately. "That’s Matteo... It’s him."
Juliet looked up and noticed the bodyguards first. Her face paled as they walked straight in their direction. She turned quickly to Adrian. "Adrian... who are those men? They’re coming toward us."
Adrian was still smiling when he looked up, his expression froze the moment Matteo appeared in front, walking toward their table. Matteo didn’t even glance at Juliet; his eyes were locked on Adrian.
A bodyguard pulled out the empty chair next to Adrian. Matteo sat down without a word, his presence suffocating.
Juliet began to shake. She knew exactly who he was, the man who had shot two of her brothers in cold blood. She knew how dangerous he could be.
"The dinner looks nice," Matteo said. "But he already had a better night... with me, last night."
"What are you doing here?" Adrian snapped, his voice tight.
Juliet didn’t wait for an answer. She grabbed her bag with trembling hands. "I... I should go. I’ll leave now."
"No, Juliet, wait!" Adrian tried to stop her.
Matteo didn’t move. He leaned closer to Adrian, his voice dropping into a deadly, icy tone as he looked at Juliet one last time. "She doesn’t have to wait. I’m here to claim my man."
Juliet didn’t look back. She rushed out of the restaurant as fast as she could.
"Juliet, wait!" Adrian shouted after her. He turned back to Matteo, his face flushed with anger. "Who is your man? What is wrong with you?"
He tried to stand up and chase after her, but Matteo’s voice rang out, heavy with a terrifying command.
"Sit. Down."
The weight of that voice hit Adrian like a physical force. Without thinking, his legs gave way and he sat back down in the chair, his heart racing. Every person in the restaurant was watching them, but the moment Matteo glanced around, they all looked away, terrified to meet his eyes.
Matteo stood up, his hand clamping firmly around Adrian’s wrist. He dragged him out of the restaurant, ignoring Adrian’s attempts to pull away.
He shoved Adrian into the back of the car and climbed in after him. Matteo checked his watch, his face a mask of cold business.
"Drive," Matteo ordered. "Straight to the auction. We’re running late."
The car sped away from the curb, the engine loud as Matteo leaned back into the seat, his expression cold and unreadable. Adrian’s chest rose with anger as he opened his mouth, ready to speak, but before he could say a word, Matteo’s voice cut through the car, sharp and commanding.
"Be quiet, Adrian. Not a word."
It wasn’t just a request; it was a snarl. Matteo’s darker side was bleeding through, his eyes fixed forward with a cold, lethal intensity. The jealousy from the restaurant had sharpened into something much more dangerous as they approached their destination.
Adrian snapped his mouth shut.
They arrived at an unmarked industrial building. The real event was underground, already in motion.
Inside, the auction was in full swing.
The room was packed with powerful men in tailored suits, weapons hidden beneath their jackets. Deals were being made over secrets, weapons, and blood-stained history.
Matteo walked in without slowing, leading Adrian straight to the front.
They took their seats beside Tony.
The moment Tony saw Adrian, his eyes widened slightly, but he said nothing.
Adrian glanced around, taking it all in, the armed guards along the walls, the low voices, the tension sitting heavy in the room.
The auctioneer stepped forward, holding a worn black leather folder.
He began to explain what it contained, details about a past abduction, records, movements, things that were never meant to be seen by the public.
The moment the folder was revealed, the room shifted.
People leaned forward.
Interest sharpened.
Matteo didn’t move, but his attention locked in.
This was why he came.
The bidding started.
Voices rose from different corners of the room, calm but competitive. Men who knew exactly what that file was worth.
Matteo joined in without delay.
Across the room, a scarred man kept his eyes on him, matching him move for move.
The tension built slowly, thick enough to feel.
Then Matteo raised the bid, his voice steady, leaving no room for hesitation.
The room shifted, attention locking on him.
Just as the auctioneer lifted his gavel to finalize it, the heavy steel doors at the back of the hall were kicked open.
BANG.
A single gunshot shattered the silence, hitting the chandelier above the stage. Glass rained down like lethal diamonds.
The room erupted into absolute chaos. Men scrambled for their weapons, chairs were overturned, and screams echoed off the concrete walls. Matteo didn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, he threw his arm around Adrian, dragging him out of the line of fire.
"Stay down!" Matteo shouted over the noise of the panic.
He pulled Adrian behind a heavy marble pillar, pressing him back and shielding him with his own body. Matteo reached for his gun, pulling it from his waistband as his eyes moved across the room, tracking where the shots were coming from.
Bullets tore through the space, striking the stone just inches from them.
Adrian trembled, his hands gripping tightly onto Matteo’s jacket.
Matteo’s bodyguards closed in around them, forming a tight shield.
Then Matteo noticed it, Adrian’s shaking, his eyes squeezed shut.
He leaned closer, his voice low against Adrian’s ear. "Everything is under control. I’ve got you."
Adrian’s eyes snapped open. He looked up at Matteo, his mouth parting as he prepared to snap, to scream at him for dragging him into this deathtrap.
But before a single word could escape, Matteo leaned in and captured Adrian’s mouth.
The kiss was sudden and possessive, a sharp contrast to the cold violence surrounding them. Adrian froze, his mind going blank as the gunshots and screams faded into a distant hum.
Even in the middle of chaos, Matteo still found a way to claim the one thing he wanted most.
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