[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body-Chapter 27: Don’t Test Me, Adrian

Adrian went quiet, his grip tightening on his trousers. He wanted to argue, to say she was wrong, but the memory of how he had kissed Matteo’s cheek that morning felt like a heavy weight in his chest.

Then he thought, Am I really falling for him?

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.

No... that’s not possible.

"Just listen to your heart, Adrian," Kate said softly, noticing the look on his face. "If he’s a good guy, don’t fight it. Gender shouldn’t be something that holds you back."

"Kate, I told you it’s my friend’s situation, not mine," Adrian snapped, avoiding her eyes. "And he’s straight. He’s not ready for... this."

Kate just shrugged and walked back to her easel. "Whatever you say. Just tell your ’friend’ not to lose something good just because he’s scared of a label."

Adrian stayed there, staring at nothing.

His mind was absent.

What is going on with me?

Is she right?

He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair.

Just then, his phone rang. Adrian glanced down at the screen.

It was Frank.

He picked up.

"Yeah?"

"Hi, friend! How are you?" Frank’s voice came through, loud and cheerful.

"I’m okay, Frank. Just working," Adrian replied.

"Listen, I’m calling because one of my friends is hosting a party at a rooftop bar tonight. It’s his birthday," Frank said.

Adrian rolled his eyes. "Why is it that all your friends are always having birthdays? Every week it’s something new."

"Hey, just listen first!" Frank laughed. "I want you to come out. Let’s go together. There are going to be a lot of girls there, and this time, you’re not disappearing like the other night."

Adrian sighed and leaned back slightly as the thought crossed his mind.

Maybe he just needed to clear his head. Prove to himself that nothing had changed.

"You know what? Fine," Adrian said. "Pick me up after work. I’ll go."

"That’s my friend," Frank replied.

That evening, Adrian closed early.

Frank was already outside when he stepped out.

"Finally," Frank said, leaning against the car. "Let’s go."

By the time they reached the rooftop bar, the sky was already getting dark.

The place was buzzing when they arrived, not too crowded, not chaotic. Just the right kind of energy. Music played in the background, soft lights glowed around them, people laughed, and drinks were already going around.

Charles was there, along with a few others.

They gathered around a table, drinks in hand.

Adrian was on his second cocktail when his phone buzzed.

Matteo: Hey, baby. Are you done? Should I come pick you up now?

Normally, Adrian might have smiled, but after what Kate said, the message just felt annoying.

It irritated him.

He slipped his phone back into his pocket without replying and reached for a shot of tequila instead.

He needed something to push the confusion away.

The noise around him grew louder, easier to sink into.

"Alright, enough of that," Frank said over the music. "Truth or dare."

They all agreed, and the game started.

Laughter filled the table, mixed with teasing and random dares. It picked up quickly, voices overlapping, secrets slipping out between drinks.

After a while, Adrian drew a card that matched a girl sitting across from him, a pretty brunette named Elena.

"Ooooh!" the group cheered. "The dare is a kiss! A real one!"

Adrian hesitated, but Frank leaned in, whispering, "Go for it, man. This is your chance. She’s gorgeous."

Adrian looked at Elena. He needed this. He needed to feel a woman’s lips to remind himself who he was. He leaned in, his hand reaching for her cheek.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" the table chanted.

Suddenly, the glass doors leading to the rooftop burst open, slamming hard against the frame with a sharp crack.

The music kept playing, but something in the air shifted. Conversations slowed. Heads turned.

Matteo walked in, four bodyguards close behind him.

This wasn’t the man from the morning.

This was the version people warned about.

His eyes moved across the room, calm but dangerous.

People near the entrance stepped aside quickly, lowering their voices, not wanting his attention on them.

Adrian was inches from Elena’s lips, his eyes fluttering shut, when Frank started frantically tapping his shoulder. "Adrian... Adrian, stop. Look up."

But Adrian didn’t answer.

He wanted to finish it.

He was just about to close the gap when a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and yanked him up, hard enough to make him lose his balance.

Adrian turned sharply, ready to swing. "What the hell is wrong with—"

The words died in his throat.

Matteo.

His face was cold, his eyes dark with something Adrian couldn’t ignore.

He didn’t say a word to anyone. Didn’t even look at the girl.

He just grabbed Adrian’s arm and started dragging him toward the exit.

"Let go of me! Matteo, stop it!" Adrian shouted, struggling against the grip.

Matteo didn’t respond. He kept walking, his grip firm as he moved through the crowd. People stepped aside, watching in silence.

He dragged Adrian out, into the elevator, then straight to the black car waiting at the curb.

The moment they reached the sidewalk, Adrian jerked his arm free. As soon as he did, he turned around and slapped Matteo hard across the face.

The sound rang out.

The bodyguards tensed immediately, hands moving toward their waists, but Matteo lifted a hand, stopping them.

Slowly, he turned back to Adrian, a red mark already showing on his cheek.

"Are you okay in the head?" Adrian screamed, his chest heaving. "Why did you have to drag me out of there like that? Who do you think you are?"

"Get in the car," Matteo said, his voice terrifyingly calm.

"I’m not going anywhere with you!"

"Adrian," Matteo stepped closer, his shadow engulfing him. "Enter the car, or I will have my men kick you inside. Don’t test me right now."

"I said no!"

Adrian turned and tried to walk away.

"Stop," Matteo said.

Adrian ignored him.

Matteo didn’t say anything else. He moved fast, grabbing Adrian around the waist and lifting him off the ground. Adrian struggled, but it didn’t matter.

Matteo shoved him into the back seat and shut the door, locking it before Adrian could even reach for the handle.

Matteo climbed in beside him, his presence filling the small space like a suffocating cloud. Harry and the driver jumped into the front, and the tires screeched as they tore away from the curb.

Inside the car, the silence settled in.

Adrian stared out the window, his face tense, anger burning in his chest. Matteo sat beside him without moving, his gaze fixed ahead, his face hard and cold.

They didn’t say a word to each other for the rest of the drive.

When the car finally slowed down, Adrian noticed this wasn’t the usual route.

They didn’t head toward the usual estate. Instead, the car passed through a series of tight security gates, pulling into a different property, a quiet, heavily guarded villa Adrian had never seen before.

When the car came to a stop in the private garage, Matteo stepped out, the door shutting with a heavy thud.

Adrian didn’t move.

He stayed in his seat, staring straight ahead at the back of the driver’s head.

Matteo walked around the car and yanked the door open. "Get out."

"No," Adrian yelled. "I’m not staying here. Take me home."

Matteo didn’t argue. He reached in, grabbed his arm, and pulled him out in one rough motion.

"Let go of me!" Adrian snapped, stumbling as his feet hit the concrete. "I want to go back to my house. It’s not complicated, Matteo. Are you deaf or what? Can’t you hear me?"