[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Chapter 213: Let’s Get You Into Rehab

Matteo leaned down to kiss him again, but Adrian pressed a hand against his chest, a sudden thought popping into his head. "Oh, that reminds me."

"What?" Matteo asked.

Adrian cleared his throat, setting his hands on his hips. "I want to request a weekly allowance," Adrian said confidently. "For groceries, taking care of myself, maintaining my lifestyle, and other very important expenses."

Matteo raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by his partner’s sudden financial demands. "How much?"

Adrian hesitated for a second before answering.

"Twenty thousand dollars a week," he said, watching Matteo’s face carefully for a reaction. Then, after a brief pause, he added, "I can negotiate if that’s too much."

Matteo didn’t even blink. A rich, easy smile spread across his face. "I’ll give you fifty thousand."

Adrian’s eyes widened slightly. He pouted, poking Matteo’s chest. "Isn’t that a bit much?"

"Baby, do you even know how much I earn in a single day?" Matteo teased.

Adrian’s pout deepened, his curiosity piqued. "How much? Seriously, Matteo, what is your actual net worth?"

Matteo leaned back slightly, resting his weight on his hands. "I’m not trying to brag, but my father is only about fifteen percent wealthier than I am right now. If my investments keep performing the way they are, I’ll overtake him within a few months."

Adrian stared at him, completely stunned. "Really? What exactly is your job, Matteo?"

"Real estate and corporate businesses," Matteo replied smoothly.

Adrian gave him a highly skeptical, playful look. "Lies. Are you into money laundering on the side? Or maybe smuggling? Extortion?" He rattled off the list of dirty trades with a dramatic gasp, trying to coax another laugh out of him.

Matteo chuckled, shaking his head. "I do legal jobs that bring in clean money, Adrian."

"Oh my god, you’re definitely into something crazy," Adrian teased, though beneath the jokes, he knew exactly how brilliant Matteo was with money.

Adrian lowered his voice dramatically and glanced around the room as if checking for hidden cameras.

"Be honest with me, baby... do you secretly have a group that robs banks?"

Matteo stared at him for a second.

Then he burst out laughing.

Adrian frowned.

"I’m serious."

That only made Matteo laugh harder.

"What kind of job gives someone that much money?" Adrian demanded. "You’d better start confessing right now."

Matteo wiped at his eyes, still laughing.

"Baby, that’s not how business works."

"That’s exactly how it works," Adrian argued. "You’re either robbing banks, printing money in a basement somewhere, or you’ve got a dragon sitting on a mountain of gold."

Matteo shook his head in disbelief. "I promise I’m not robbing banks."

Adrian narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "That’s exactly what a bank robber would say."

Matteo laughed at the playful accusations. "It’s all legal work now, baby. I told you before, in the past, the heaviest cash flow came from the dirty side of the family business. But these days I only run highly profitable, legitimate enterprises."

"Okay, baby," Adrian murmured, satisfied with the answer. He looped his arms tightly around Matteo’s neck, pulling him down into a warm embrace.

Matteo let his heavy frame relax, resting his head directly on Adrian’s chest. Adrian immediately began running his fingers through Matteo’s hair, his palm tracing long, soothing circles across his broad back.

"Baby," Adrian whispered, his tone shifting into something incredibly gentle. "If there is ever anything bothering you... Do not hesitate to tell me, okay?"

Matteo shifted, pressing his face closer to Adrian’s chest, and gave a quiet nod. "Okay, baby."

Adrian ran his fingers through his hair, his touch slow and soothing. "Good."

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of Matteo’s head. "Now get some rest until it’s time for us to leave for the hospital."

Matteo let out a quiet hum of agreement and wrapped his arms a little tighter around Adrian’s waist.

For a few moments, neither of them spoke.

Even though Matteo remained silent about the battle he was fighting, Adrian knew.

He could feel the tension lingering in Matteo’s rigid muscles.

Over the past few days, Adrian had secretly been researching drug withdrawal symptoms online, reading about the intense cravings, insomnia, anxiety, and mood swings that often came with recovery.

He recognized every one of those signs in Matteo.

That was why he had been trying so hard to keep the mood light and playful.

If laughter could distract Matteo, even for a little while, then Adrian was more than willing to act like a complete brat to make it happen.

As Adrian remained lost in his thoughts, the steady, rhythmic sound of Matteo’s breathing filled the quiet room. He had finally fallen asleep.

Adrian looked down at him, a wave of fierce protectiveness washing through his chest.

You big baby, he thought, gently threading his fingers through Matteo’s hair.

You have to fight this. It’s for your own good.

His gaze softened as he watched Matteo sleep.

I know the only reason you refuse to check into a rehab facility is that you don’t want to be away from me. But we’ll figure this out somehow. Whatever it takes, we’ll get through it together.

But the peace didn’t last long.

Barely twenty minutes later, Matteo suddenly stirred against his chest. His breathing fractured into ragged gasps, and his eyes flew open, completely bloodshot. A sudden, violent tremor shook his entire frame. He looked up at Adrian, his expression twisting into pure agony, and tears began to stream down his face.

"I can’t do it," Matteo choked out, his voice cracking.

Adrian’s heart broke, but he kept his voice steady. "What can’t you do, baby?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

"I want to take it," Matteo wept. He abruptly sat up, ripping himself away from Adrian’s embrace. He sat on the edge of the mattress, his hands shaking violently as he gripped his head. "I need to take it. Please, baby... just this one time. Just one."

Adrian immediately moved, crawling over to sit right in front of him. He gently but firmly grabbed Matteo’s trembling wrists. "No, baby. You are not touching it again. Not even once."

"Please," Matteo begged, looking at him with desperate, broken eyes. "Just this one time, and I swear I’ll never touch it again. I can’t take the crashing, Adrian. It hurts."

Adrian looked at the proud, formidable mafia boss reduced to trembling tears right in front of him, and a profound resolve settled into his gut. "Baby," he said softly, forcing Matteo to lock eyes with him.

Matteo sniffled, looking at him like a drowning man clinging to a lifeline.

"Let’s get you into rehab," Adrian said firmly.

The word hit Matteo like an electric shock. He scrambled backward, instantly standing up from the bed. "No! I’m not going!" his voice was defensive and panicked. He paced the floor, his breathing erratic. To him, rehab meant a locked facility, isolation, and worst of all, being forcibly separated from Adrian.

Adrian stood up smoothly, walking over to close the distance between them. He didn’t flinch at Matteo’s frantic energy; instead, he stepped right into his space and reached up to cup his face. "Hey. Look at me. We can do outpatient treatment. It doesn’t mean you have to stay locked away in some facility. We can do it together, right here."

Hearing those words, the panic left Matteo almost instantly. He threw his arms around Adrian’s waist, burying his face against his shoulder as he openly sobbed.

"You have to stay with me, okay?" he pleaded. "Promise me."

He held Adrian so tightly it was almost hard to breathe.

"I’ll attend the therapy. I’ll see the addiction specialist. I’ll do whatever treatment they recommend. But I’m not leaving you behind."

Adrian smiled through the ache in his chest, rubbing the back of Matteo’s neck. "Okay, baby. Don’t cry. You’re a mafia boss, remember?"

Matteo pulled back just enough to look at him, his nose red and eyes tearing, completely unbothered by his ruined pride. "I don’t care," he mumbled, pouting fiercely. "I’m your baby right now. Not a mafia boss. Just your baby." He buried his face back into Adrian’s neck.

Adrian chuckled and pressed a kiss to Matteo’s shoulder. "Alright. But no more drugs, okay?"

Matteo gave a small, defeated nod against his skin. "Alright, love."

Adrian decided it was time to change the subject entirely to pull Matteo out of the dark headspace before their appointment. He leaned back, a wicked, suggestive spark returning to his eyes. "Since we have some time before we have to leave for the hospital... let’s do this. What do you want right now? Food... or sex?"

The distraction worked perfectly. Matteo slowly removed his hands from Adrian’s neck, his sorrowful expression instantly shifting into something dark, heavy, and intensely focused. His gaze dropped to Adrian’s lips.

Without a word, Matteo slid his hand down past Adrian’s waist, slipping beneath the fabric of his trousers. His fingers curled deliberately around Adrian’s cock, giving a firm, possessive squeeze that made Adrian let out a sharp gasp.

"I want sex," Matteo growled, his voice dropping into a low, raspy register as his thumb stroked the fabric. "I need to be close to you. I’ll eat after... I finish eating you."

Adrian’s breath hitched, his hands gripping Matteo’s shoulders for balance. "Alright, come on. I’m all yours."

Matteo didn’t waste another second. He leaned in and crashed his lips against Adrian’s, capturing his lower lip and sucking on it with an aggressive, hungry desperation. While his mouth devoured Adrian’s, his hand...