[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Chapter 104: Love, Lies, and Hidden Truths

Sleep didn’t come easily. He lay there, staring into the darkness, his mind already turning, calculating every possible outcome of the meeting with Grayson.

Only when exhaustion finally caught up with him did he drift off.

The next morning, Mark was awake before the sun had fully risen. He bypassed Matteo’s room entirely, his mind already set on his own plans. He called Tony, his voice clipped and efficient.

"Get the car ready. I’m heading to my place."

"Understood," Tony replied.

Mark didn’t wait to see his brother. He left a brief, text message for Matteo explaining his departure, then strode downstairs.

By the time he reached the driveway, the car was already waiting. Mark slid into the backseat beside Tony, a second car with security falling in behind them as they pulled away toward his home.

Back in Matteo’s room, the morning sun filtered softly through the curtains. Matteo stirred as Adrian began to wake, a low groan slipping from his lips.

"Good morning, babe," Matteo whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Adrian’s cheek.

"Good morning," Adrian murmured hoarsely. He shut his eyes tight, his hand pressing against his forehead. "My head hurts so bad."

Matteo sighed, his fingers brushing gently through Adrian’s hair. "Why did you drink so much last night?"

"I was happy," Adrian murmured, his voice still thick from sleep.

"I know," Matteo said, his tone softening. "But no more of that. It’s not worth the headache."

"Okay, baby," Adrian mumbled, curling closer into him. "But... my head really hurts."

"I’ll have them bring some hangover tea and medicine," Matteo said, brushing his thumb lightly over his forehead. "You’ll feel better soon."

Matteo reached for his phone, but his expression tightened slightly as it vibrated in his hand. Instead of answering immediately, he turned and picked up the landline, quickly calling the kitchen.

"Bring up hangover tea and some medicine," he instructed before hanging up.

Then he glanced back at Adrian.

"I need to take this, love," he said softly. "Give me a moment."

He stepped out onto the balcony, closing the door quietly behind him.

The moment the room fell silent, Adrian turned his gaze to the nightstand. He was about to reach for his phone to check for missed calls or messages, but his eyes caught on something else.

An envelope.

It sat there, stark against the dark wood.

He reached for it, intending to move it aside, but his curiosity got the better of him.

He slid the card out.

The moment he saw the elegant script of his father’s name, his heart stopped cold.

He shot upright, the sudden movement sending a sharp pain through his skull.

Mr. Grayson.

He stared at the invitation, a sudden fear spreading through him.

For weeks, he had ignored his father’s calls and messages, doing everything he could to stay away from him.

But this...

If Matteo had this, it meant his father was no longer waiting.

He was reaching in.

If Matteo had this, it meant his father already knew something. Maybe he already knew about their relationship.

No...

I can’t let Matteo go to him.

I won’t let that happen.

Adrian picked up his jacket and slipped the card into the inner pocket. Whatever you’re planning, Father, he thought, his gaze hardening, it’s not going to work.

He knew that without the invitation, Matteo wouldn’t be able to meet his father.

When Matteo stepped back into the room, he found Adrian sitting quietly. He looked pale, but calm.

A maid came in, carrying the tea, breakfast, and medicine. She placed everything on the table, bowed, and left.

Matteo handed Adrian the tea, and they ate in silence.

Later, Matteo and Adrian got into the car, and the driver took them to Adrian’s house. Matteo sat beside him, but his mind was elsewhere, focused on the meeting ahead.

He didn’t notice yet the card was missing.

When the car stopped, Matteo turned to Adrian.

"I’ll come by tonight," he said softly.

"Okay, baby," Adrian replied.

Matteo leaned in, kissed him, and pulled him into a brief hug before letting go.

Adrian stepped out of the car and walked inside.

Matteo’s driver drove away immediately, the car disappearing down the road.

The moment Adrian got inside, his expression changed.

He called his driver.

"Get the car ready," he said quickly. "I need to go to my father’s house. Now."

*******

By the time Mark arrived at his house, Stella was already on her way.

Not long after he stepped inside, she arrived.

They greeted each other warmly.

Mark moved closer, about to take her upstairs, but Stella shook her head with a little smile.

"No... let me make something for you first. You haven’t eaten."

Mark looked at her for a moment, then nodded. "Alright."

He took her bag from her and carried it upstairs to his room.

Stella didn’t waste any time.

She went straight to the kitchen.

Soon, the house was filled with the warm smell of food.

She cooked for everyone Tony, the guards, and of course, Mark.

After serving the others, Stella prepared a tray and carried Mark’s breakfast upstairs.

She stepped inside quietly and placed the tray on the table.

"Your food is ready," she said softly.

Mark stood and walked toward Stella, not sparing the food a glance. His gaze stayed fixed on her... hungry in a way that had nothing to do with appetite.

"The food can wait," he said, his voice dropping into a low, seductive tone. "I want something else first."

Stella caught the intent in his eyes, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. She smoothed her skirt, her confidence radiating as she approached him. "And what does my king want?"

Mark didn’t answer with words. He lunged forward, sweeping her off her feet in one fluid motion. Stella let out a breathless, delighted gasp, her hands instinctively clutching at his shoulders as he carried her toward the edge of the bed. He tumbled onto the mattress with her, his pulse racing.

He hovered over her, his hands tracing her curves, searching for the closeness he had been missing.

He had invited her to talk about their wedding... it had been a year since he proposed, but Stella’s constant excuses had always held him back.

But in that moment, he chose to stir something else first, letting the tension build before getting to the real reason he had invited her.

He pressed his lips to the sensitive cord of her neck, his breath hot against her skin. Stella moved beneath him, her body responding as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he worked his way down to her collarbone.

"Mark," she moaned, her voice a shaky, impatient note.

"Yes, baby... tell me how you want it," he murmured, his hands moving slowly with deliberate, teasing intent. He reached for the clasp at the center of her back, his fingers moving with familiar ease. With a soft click, the bra loosened.

Mark pulled the fabric aside, tossing it carelessly onto the floor, and wasted no time in replacing it with his touch.

He slid his hands beneath her blouse, his palms cool against her heated skin as he reached up to cup her boobs. His thumbs circled the hardened peaks, his grip...