[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body-Chapter 19: A Secret That Should Stay Buried

Adrian froze, turning his head slightly toward Matteo. "Yes... very close. How do you know that?"

Matteo’s mood shifted instantly. The air in the car grew tense. He looked away, his jaw tightening. After a brief pause, he said quietly, "Because... that same night, my twin brother had an accident."

Adrian’s eyes widened.

"How could that be possible?" he said quickly. "That night... our car was the only one involved in the accident."

Matteo frowned slightly. "How can you be so sure? Do you remember exactly how the accident happened?"

Adrian nodded firmly, even though the memory made his chest tighten.

"Everything happened so fast," Adrian said, his brow furrowing as the painful memories clawed their way back. "But I remember one thing clearly."

He looked toward Matteo.

"It was a truck. A massive one. The driver came out of nowhere and slammed into us. It just... came from the side and crushed everything."

As Adrian spoke, Matteo’s expression slowly changed. Something dark and unreadable crossed his face, a cold realization that made Adrian uneasy.

Before Adrian could ask another question, the car began to slow.

A moment later, it rolled to a stop.

Adrian glanced out the window, expecting to see his own house.

Instead, towering wrought-iron gates stood before him.

Matteo’s estate.

He had been so lost in the conversation that he hadn’t even realized where they were.

"We’re here," Matteo said quietly, his voice flat and emotionless.

Adrian frowned, confusion flashing across his face. "Why are we here?" he demanded. "You were supposed to take me home. Our deal is done, Matteo. Why am I back at your house?"

Matteo didn’t answer.

One of the bodyguards quickly stepped forward and opened the car door. Matteo stepped out without a word and walked straight toward the entrance of the mansion.

Adrian scrambled out of the car and ran after him, shouting questions that Matteo ignored.

The massive doors opened as Matteo approached, and he walked inside as if Adrian’s protests meant nothing.

Adrian followed closely behind him, still demanding answers.

As they stepped into the grand living room, they found Tony and Risa sitting on the large sofa, deep in conversation.

The guards inside the house immediately straightened and bowed respectfully as Matteo entered.

Adrian stopped a few steps behind him.

Tony stood up, nodding toward his boss. "You’re back," he said, his eyes flicking briefly to Adrian with a neutral, unreadable expression before returning to Matteo.

Risa, however, was a blur of energy. She ran forward, throwing her arms around Matteo. "Teo! I missed you!"

Matteo remained as cold as ever, not even returning the embrace. "Don’t lie, Risa. Just be honest and admit you’re only here to beg for money."

Risa pulled back, frowning slightly. "Teo, don’t say that. I really missed you."

Matteo raised an eyebrow.

"How much do you need?"

"No, Teo, don’t be like that! I really did miss you," she pouted, though she quickly shifted gears. "But... fine. I do want a new motorcycle. Just a small one, nothing too crazy."

"Fine," Matteo muttered.

"That’s my brother!" Risa beamed. Her eyes then drifted past Matteo, landing on Adrian. She leaned in closer to her brother, whispering loud enough for Adrian to hear, "Who is that? He’s so cute. Can I have him?"

Matteo’s expression darkened instantly. "Minus two thousand dollars."

He started walking away toward the stairs. Risa stumbled back, shocked. "What? Can’t I even admire him?"

"Minus five thousand dollars," Matteo called back without turning around.

"Haaa! Teo, you are such a bad brother!" she wailed.

"Thank you, Risa. I know he’s cute, but he’s already owned," Matteo replied dryly.

Risa tilted his head. "Owned? By who?"

Tony chuckled from where he stood. What a joker, he thought.

As Matteo began to climb the stairs with Adrian trailing reluctantly behind him, Risa rushed over to Tony, her curiosity burning. "Tony, who is that guy?"

Tony’s response was ice-cold, his gaze fixed on the floor.

"Someone your brother will get bored of soon," he muttered. "Nothing special. Just another toy he’s keeping around for now, like usual."

Upstairs, Adrian stopped at the landing, refusing to go a step further. "I’m not staying here. I am not spending another night in this house."

Matteo stopped and turned slowly. He moved into Adrian’s space, looming over him until Adrian was backed against the railing. "If you’re afraid that we’re going to repeat what we did last night," he whispered, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low vibration, "then let me ease your mind. We are—and it’s going to be even better."

He leaned down, his hands brushing against Adrian’s skin, but Adrian shoved his hand away with a look of pure disgust. "In your dreams, Matteo."

Matteo didn’t look offended; he looked determined.

"You’re staying here tonight," he said calmly. "I have a call to make."

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked down the hallway. Adrian followed a step behind him, still clearly unhappy about the situation.

When they reached the entrance to Matteo’s private suite, two bodyguards stationed outside the door straightened immediately and bowed their heads in respect.

Matteo walked past them and pushed the door open.

Adrian stepped inside after him.

The room was quiet when they stepped inside. As Matteo entered, the overhead lights came on automatically, flooding the space with bright light that pushed away the shadows.

Matteo walked further into the room and gestured toward the bed and sofa.

"Sit wherever you’re comfortable," he said.

Adrian remained standing for a moment, his jaw tight with defiance.

"I need to make a call," Matteo continued calmly. "Stay here."

He paused at the doorway before adding,

"A maid will come shortly. If you want anything to eat or drink, just tell her. They’ll prepare whatever you ask for."

Adrian didn’t reply.

Matteo studied him briefly, then turned and stepped out of the room again.

The door closed softly behind him as he walked down the hallway toward Mark’s room, his mind already racing with questions he needed answered.

When he reached the door, he knocked once before swiping the access card in his hand. The lock clicked, and he pushed the door open quietly before stepping inside.

The room was dim.

Mark was asleep.

Matteo paused for a moment, watching his twin lying on the bed. Without making a sound, he walked over and pulled the duvet up slightly to cover him properly.

He didn’t wake him.

Instead, Matteo moved to the chair by the window, the place Mark usually liked to sit. A half-empty glass still rested on the small table beside it.

Matteo picked it up, poured himself another drink, and slowly took a sip.

He leaned back in the chair, staring out through the dark window. His mind was restless, filled with thoughts that refused to settle.

A few minutes later, Mark stirred. He looked toward the window, squinting until his eyes landed on his twin. He pushed himself up slowly, his movements still stiff.

"Did I wake you?" Matteo asked, his voice low.

Mark shook his head slightly. "It’s fine."

He got out of bed and walked over, taking the chair opposite his brother. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

The silence between them was heavy.

Matteo finally broke the silence. He took another sip of his drink, his eyes fixed on the glass. "How are you feeling?"

"I’m fine. Getting stronger every day," Mark replied. "No complaints."

Matteo nodded, but his expression remained troubled.

Mark noticed immediately.

"What happened?" he asked.

Matteo exhaled slowly before getting straight to the point.

"The night of September 22nd. Three years ago."

Mark’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"Adrian’s family," Matteo said, his voice tight. "They were the ones in that car accident. He lost his wife and his son that night. He just told me everything."

Mark leaned back, his expression darkening. "That’s deep. Is it a coincidence, or what?"

"I don’t know, Mark. How could it be? The timing, the location... it all fits."

Mark watched him carefully.

"So what do you plan to do?"

Matteo stared at the floor for a long moment before answering.

"Some secrets can be buried forever."

Mark’s voice hardened instantly. "Not this one."

Matteo went quiet, his face turning rigid.

"So what do you expect me to do?" he said quietly. "Walk away now... when I’m already drowning in him?"

Mark’s gaze didn’t soften.

"It’s better now than later," he said. "Because it will hurt a lot more when it’s too late."

Matteo stood up abruptly and turned toward the door.

"No," he said quietly. "I’d rather bury the truth than lose him."

Mark watched his brother’s back as he walked away.

Then he spoke calmly.

"Just remember one thing, Teo."

Matteo paused at the door.

"I warned you."

Without another word, he opened the door and stepped outside.