[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body-Chapter 1: Crossing Paths with Danger

Central City was a place where power ruled everything. Rival bosses fought quietly for control, corruption ran deep, and people with influence could make problems disappear overnight.

Among all the predators in the city, the Marcone family stood above the rest.

Their name carried weight across the entire city. Politicians, gangs, and businessmen alike knew better than to cross them. Anyone who ignored that rule rarely lasted long.

At the center of that power stood a man many in Central City feared more than the law itself.

Matteo Marcone.

Adrian Grayson, however, had no interest in the city’s powerful men.

For three years he had lived quietly after losing his wife and young son in a car accident. The grief had drained the color from his life, leaving behind only routine and silence. Slowly, he was beginning to breathe again, but the world still felt distant.

Then one unexpected night changed everything.

A chance encounter left Adrian owing a debt to the very man the entire city feared. Adrian’s sense of honor would not let him ignore it. But when he asked Matteo how he wanted to collect the debt, the answer was nothing he expected.

"I want your body," Matteo said calmly.

Adrian let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "Is this some kind of joke?"

Matteo did not react. His expression remained steady.

"Climb into my bed if you want to repay me," he said quietly. "Or remain forever in my debt."

Adrian stiffened, anger flashing across his face. "That’s ridiculous."

Without another word, he turned and walked out.

But men like Matteo Marcone never let a debt go unpaid.

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For three years, Adrian had moved through life quietly. Work and routine were the only things that filled his days, and the world around him often felt dull and distant. What happened in the streets of the city no longer concerned him. If it did not affect his life directly, he simply did not bother with it.

His only refuge was his private fine arts studio. The space carried the familiar scent of paint and turpentine. Adrian spent most of his time drawing the human form, working on figure studies and nude portraits. Every week he sketched dozens of models, carefully studying the lines of shoulders, backs, and hands. But no matter how many passed before him, none of them stirred anything in him.

"You’re fading away, Adrian," Frank said, breaking the silence of their booth at one of the city’s most exclusive restaurants.

"He’s right," Charles added, his voice laced with the kind of pity Adrian despised. "Elena wouldn’t want you turning into stone. It’s been three years. You’re still young. You’re still breathing. Stop living as if you died with her."

Adrian swirled the wine in his glass, his eyes fixed on the deep red liquid. "I’m fine, guys. I have my work."

"You have a mausoleum," Frank countered with a teasing smile. "Look, we aren’t saying you have to fall in love again. But at least remind yourself you’re still a man. Go out. Have a fling. One night, no strings, no commitment. Just... see if the equipment still works."

Adrian glanced at them, a faint trace of amusement crossing his face. It sounded easy when they said it. Frank and Charles moved through relationships without hesitation, drifting from one body to another without staying long enough to get attached.

Before Adrian could even say a word, both of his friends glanced at their phones at the same time. A silent understanding passed between them, and they rose from their seats together.

"We have a ’meeting’ tonight," Charles said, winking.

Frank patted Adrian’s shoulder as he stood. "Enjoy your youth while you still can."

"And don’t rush back to those lonely sketches," Charles added.

As Charles and Frank stepped out of the restaurant, Adrian remained seated for a moment. The table felt strangely quiet after they left, but their words stayed with him.

Maybe they were right. He could not keep drifting through life like this, moving between work and home, existing but never really living.

Still, he didn’t want love. He didn’t want anything serious. He had already lost too much to risk his heart again.

For the first time in three years, he considered doing something different.

Just for one night, he didn’t want to be the grieving widower. He didn’t want to be the quiet man holding himself together.

He just wanted to feel alive again.

Adrian pushed back his chair and stood, heading toward the restroom. A nervous energy settled in his chest as he walked away from the table. The idea of going to a club still felt strange to him.

How was he even supposed to approach a woman? It had been years since he tried to flirt with anyone, let alone ask someone to spend the night with him.

By the time he reached the restroom door, doubt had already started creeping in.

A man stepped out as Adrian approached, brushing past him without a glance. Adrian barely noticed and stepped inside.

The restroom was empty.

He stopped in front of the mirror, the bright lights reflecting off the sink and tiles. For a moment he simply stared at his own reflection.

Then he tried to rehearse what he might say.

"Hey... want to spend the night with me?"

He immediately grimaced.

Too desperate.

"You seem interesting. Maybe we could leave together?"

He shook his head again.

That sounded even worse.

Adrian forced the thoughts away and splashed cold water onto his face. Droplets slid down his skin as he gripped the edge of the sink, staring at his reflection as if it belonged to a stranger.

"Pathetic," he muttered under his breath.

If he couldn’t manage a simple line in his head, how was he supposed to walk up to someone at the club and say it out loud?

He dried his hands and stepped back into the hallway, convinced he should just go home instead.

Still distracted by his thoughts, he did not notice someone approaching.

THUMP. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Adrian walked straight into a solid chest.

The force sent him stumbling backward, his heels slipping across the polished floor. Before he could fall, strong hands caught him, one gripping his arms like iron, the other steady at his waist, pulling him flush against a tall, immovable frame.

"Careful," a voice rumbled.

It wasn’t just a voice; it was a low-frequency vibration that seemed to hum right through Adrian’s ribs. Adrian blinked, his breath hitching as he looked up.

The man standing in front of him was tall, dressed entirely in black. His presence was quiet but commanding, the kind that made people notice him without trying.

For a brief second, Adrian forgot what he had been thinking about.

"I... I’m sorry," Adrian said quickly, regaining his balance. "I wasn’t looking."

"It’s fine," the man said.

Just two words, yet they carried the weight of a dark melody. The man lingered a moment longer than necessary, his grip on Adrian’s waist firm before releasing it slowly. With a single, unreadable nod, he stepped past him.

Adrian froze as four large men in suits emerged from the shadows, sliding into position behind the stranger like a silent, lethal guard.

"Well..." Adrian murmured, feeling the weight of the man’s height and presence. Then it hit him, he hadn’t even thanked him. He glanced back, but the stranger was already gone.

He returned to his table, a strange, buzzing calm settling over him. Against his better judgment, he decided he would go to the club. He needed motion, noise, a chance to be anyone but himself, even if only for a few hours.

He caught the waitress’s eye. "The bill, please. I’m heading out."

The waitress smiled, but she didn’t reach for the tablet. "You don’t have to worry about the payment, sir. It’s already been settled."

Adrian frowned, confused. "By who? My friends left twenty minutes ago."

The waitress reached into her apron and pulled out a thick, matte black card. "The gentleman who paid your bill just left a few minutes ago. He asked me to give you this."

Adrian took it, fingers trembling slightly. There was no name on the card, only a number and an embossed crest, cold and weighty against his palm.

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.

What Adrian didn’t realize was that he had just crossed paths with Central City’s most feared figure, the Devil himself. Matteo Marcone.

And once a man like Matteo notices you, he rarely lets you go.