[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body-Chapter 2: A Stranger’s Command

He slipped the card into his work bag, stood, and made his way out of the restaurant. His ride was already waiting outside, and without a second thought, he headed straight for the club.

The neon lights of Obsidian flickered across the pavement as Adrian stepped out of the car. Inside, the club was crowded and loud, filled with music, perfume, and dim violet lighting. He moved toward the bar and ordered a drink, hoping the alcohol might calm his nerves. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

To his surprise, he did not even need the awkward lines he had practiced earlier. Within minutes, three women had gathered around him, laughing and talking as if they had known him for years.

Maybe Frank and Charles were right, he thought, a small smile forming on his lips. Maybe this would not be as difficult as he expected.

He studied them carefully, weighing his options, wondering which one might finally help him break the silence that had held him for three long years.

His pocket vibrated. He pulled out his phone, his brow furrowing when he saw the caller ID: Granny.

Panic flared. It was too late for her to be awake, let alone calling. He stood abruptly, signaling the women to wait, and tried to make his way to a quieter corner.

But before he could reach anywhere...

The music suddenly stopped.

The lights went out.

The violet lights vanished.

The entire club fell into darkness.

For most people, it was probably just a power outage.

For Adrian, it was something else entirely.

In complete darkness, his vision failed him completely. The nyctalopia he had struggled with for years made it impossible for him to see anything without light. The sudden blackness disoriented him instantly, and the noise of the crowd only made it worse.

Memories from the night of the accident rushed back before he could stop them.

He reached for his phone, planning to turn on the flashlight.

When a sharp voice cut through the terrified murmurs of the crowd.

"Everyone stay down!"

Adrian froze. He stood like a statue in the center of the floor, his phone ringing in his hand, the glowing screen the only pinprick of light in the suffocating darkness.

BANG.

The first gunshot cracked through the air, followed by the jagged shattering of glass and the shrill, piercing screams of the women he had just been talking to.

BANG.

Adrian shut his eyes, his breathing uneven. In the darkness he felt completely exposed, unable to see anything around him. He braced himself, unsure if the next sound would be another gunshot or the rush of people trying to escape.

Suddenly, a heavy, warm hand slid into his, gripping him with urgent strength and guiding him firmly through the chaos.

Another hand steadied him at the waist, nudging him forward with quiet authority.

Adrian moved where he was told, his steps hesitant but obedient, swept along by the stranger’s presence. Even in the dark, the crowd instinctively parted, making a path for them.

Everything happened quickly. One moment Adrian was struggling through the chaos in the club, and the next he felt the cool night air outside. He was guided into the back seat of a car, the door shutting firmly behind him. A second later, the engine started.

As the car moved through the city streets, the passing lights slowly helped Adrian regain his vision. His heart was still racing as he turned to look at the man who had pulled him out of the club.

For a moment he simply stared, trying to steady his breathing.

Then recognition hit him.

It was the same man from the restaurant.

Matteo didn’t look at him. He sat beside him in silence, calmly adjusting his cuffs as if pulling Adrian out of the club had been nothing out of the ordinary.

Adrian, however, was frozen. He stared at the stranger as if he were looking at a ghost, or a reaper.

"Don’t look at me with that face," Matteo said. He didn’t turn his head, but his voice cut through the air like a cold snap.

Adrian’s breath hitched. He tore his gaze away from Matteo and looked toward the front of the car. Two men in black suits sat there, a driver and a passenger, silent, alert, and watching. He turned back to Matteo, his throat dry from panic, struggling to find the words. When they finally came, they escaped as a desperate whisper.

"Drop me. Right here."

Matteo turned his head, his dark eyes sweeping over Adrian with deliberate, chilling calm. "You’ve skipped your ’thank you’ twice," he said. "Do you have no manners?"

Adrian’s eyes widened, the weight of Matteo’s words crashing down on him. Fear drowned out any gratitude. "Drop me," he repeated, his voice rising with frantic urgency.

"And if I don’t?" Matteo asked, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.

Adrian let out a nervous laugh. "I’ll scream. I’ll scream until someone stops this car."

Matteo leaned back in his seat, a faint smile on his face. "Then go ahead," he said. "Let’s see who in this city is brave enough to stop my car."

Adrian felt a wave of panic. He suddenly realized he was trapped in a moving car with a stranger whose power he did not understand. "I don’t even know you! Where are you taking me?"

"I’ve saved your life twice tonight," Matteo said calmly. "If I wanted to hurt you, do you think I would have bothered?"

He turned to face Adrian. "So stay quiet. I don’t like unnecessary noise."

Adrian opened his mouth to protest, but the words never came. In the next moment, Matteo reached out, grabbing the back of Adrian’s neck with one hand while covering his mouth with the other.

"Keep quiet," Matteo whispered, leaning in until their noses almost touched. The heat from his body was a sharp contrast to the coldness of his words. "I’m not a nice man. Don’t test me."

Adrian’s pulse raced uncontrollably. He tensed, inhaling the sharp, intoxicating scent of expensive sandalwood, finally yielding to the weight of the hand over his mouth.

"Boss," the driver spoke up, his eyes meeting Matteo’s in the rearview mirror. "Which route?"

Matteo didn’t take his eyes off Adrian as he spoke. "The usual."

"Copy, Boss."

As the car drove through the city, the word Boss stayed in Adrian’s mind. He glanced carefully at the man beside him, a growing sense of unease in his chest. Who is this man... and why did he save me?

Adrian eventually fell silent, realizing sinking in that he couldn’t jump out of a speeding bulletproof sedan. He sat stiffly, watching the city lights blur into the dark, manicured outskirts of the elite districts.

The car eventually turned into a large private estate surrounded by high security. Tall gates opened slowly as they approached, revealing a long driveway lined with cameras. The main house stood ahead, built from dark stone and glass, its sharp lines and size making it impossible to ignore.

As the car came to a smooth halt, the man in the passenger seat stepped out immediately, rounding the vehicle to pull the door open with practiced efficiency.

Matteo exited first, followed by Adrian.

The night air felt heavier outside, and for a brief moment, Adrian’s vision blurred under the dim lights.

He blinked, allowing his eyes to adjust before lifting his gaze. That was when he realized they weren’t alone. Two other black SUVs stood strategically in place, one positioned ahead of them, the other directly behind. Their car had been traveling in the middle all along.

Men in dark suits stood around the area, their expressions serious and watchful. As Matteo walked past them, each guard lowered his head in respect.

How could I be this unlucky? Adrian thought, his heart sinking. There was no running from this. These men weren’t just security; they were soldiers.

They walked toward the main entrance. The large doors opened before they reached them. Inside, the house was just as impressive. Dark marble covered the floor, expensive furniture filled the room, and guards stood at different corners of the hall. Even the household staff were lined up neatly, lowering their heads as Matteo stepped inside.

Suddenly, a man named Tony stepped into the foyer, a casual smirk on his face. "Mat, Mat! You’re back. I thought you’d be out all night..." He stopped mid-sentence when his eyes landed on Adrian. His smirk widened into something more mischievous. "Who’s this? Another Playboy?"

Adrian’s head snapped up, his face flushing with a mix of confusion and heat. "Play—what?"

He looked at Matteo, expecting him to deny it or correct the man. Instead, Matteo simply glanced back at him with a calm, unreadable expression.

"Yes," he replied coolly.

Adrian stared at him...