Matteo raised his voice, trying to cut through the panic in the room. "Yes, he did it. What are you going to do? Run to him right now? Will you calm..."

Before Matteo could process another word, Adrian spun around, his eyes filled with tears and anger. He grabbed his clothes in a panic, trying to get dressed as fast as he could.

The moment Matteo realized Adrian was about to run out, he rushed after him, ignoring the sharp pain shooting through his shoulder. He caught Adrian by the wrists, holding him gently in place.

"Babe, please calm down first," Matteo pleaded, trying to stop him. "Will you just stay and talk to me? I don’t think he meant for it to happen... it was a mistake."

Adrian turned to him, disbelief written all over his face.

"A mistake?" he repeated, his voice shaking. "Hurting you like this was a mistake?"

His eyes dropped to the bandaged arm. "Look at your hand, Matteo. You’re bleeding!"

He tried to pull free from Matteo’s grip. "I don’t want to hear another excuse. I’m going to him right now. Tell your men to take me to him."

Matteo didn’t let go. He pulled Adrian closer with his good arm, resting his forehead against his as he spoke softly, repeating his name over and over while assuring him that he was okay.

Slowly, the panic started to fade.

It took time, but eventually the tension drained from Adrian’s body, and Matteo gently guided him back toward the bed so they could finally talk.

Matteo sat Adrian down on the edge of the bed, his good hand cupping Adrian’s cheek to keep his attention on him. "He was angry, Adrian. He wasn’t thinking clearly," Matteo said softly. "And... I said some things that triggered him too."

He glanced down briefly at the bandaged arm before looking back at him. "But I’ll be fine in a couple of days, baby. It’s just a graze, it’s not that deep."

Adrian’s breath caught as he reached toward the bandaged arm, his trembling fingers stopping just inches away from the blood-stained fabric. "He could’ve killed you," Adrian murmured brokenly. All this time... I thought if I listened to him, if I kept my distance and did what he wanted, he would leave you alone. But he’s a monster."

"I’m not a victim, baby," Matteo said, his voice slowly regaining its usual steel. "I walked into his office knowing exactly who your father is. He threatened me with his power... and I made him understand that people like us control that kind of power too."

He held Adrian’s gaze. "I also made him realize you’re not his puppet. You’re not something he can control whenever he wants. He wasn’t gentle with me... and I wasn’t gentle with him either."

Then his tone softened as he reached for Adrian’s hand. "But the important thing is... I’m still here with you."

Adrian looked at him, his eyes swimming with guilt. "You shouldn’t have gone there in the first place." He looked down at the bandaged arm. "Does it hurt?"

Matteo nodded slightly. "I’m fine, for real."

"Okay," Adrian whispered. "Let me help you in the shower."

"Okay, baby," Matteo murmured.

Inside the steaming bathroom, the air grew thick and heavy. Adrian helped Matteo strip the rest of his clothes, his fingers trembling slightly as he avoided the injured arm.

Under the hot spray, Matteo directed Adrian to scrub his legs and hands. But as Adrian worked, the care turned into a slow, deliberate tease.

He began to play, his wet palms sliding over Matteo’s skin, spanking and kneading every sensitive inch of his body until Matteo’s cock snapped to attention, rigid and pulsing with need.

Matteo groaned, his good hand reaching for Adrian’s waist, wanting to bury himself inside him. But Adrian pushed his hand away gently. "You shouldn’t do that," he murmured, his eyes dark with intent. "Let me take care of you."

Adrian sank to his knees on the wet tile between Matteo’s legs. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Matteo’s thick, aching cock and took the head into his mouth, moaning as he began to suck him. He used his tongue to swirl around the tip before taking the entire length deep into his throat, stroking him with a hungry, rhythmic suction until Matteo was on the absolute brink.

Feeling the climax surge, Matteo pulled his cock from Adrian’s mouth. He stood there, legs shaking, and began to stroke himself frantically. With a low, guttural growl, he erupted, thick ropes of hot cum splashing across Adrian’s face, coating his cheeks and lips. Matteo emptied himself, his body slumped against the shower wall as he finished.

Only then did he use his uninjured hand to pull Adrian up from the floor. He held Adrian’s face under the shower spray to rinse him clean, then pulled him into a deep, desperate kiss. They stayed there for a long time, letting the water wash over them before finally stepping out.

Adrian dried him with care and helped him into comfortable, loose-fitting clothes. Finally, they crawled into bed, the world outside forgotten as Matteo rested his head on Adrian’s chest, finally finding peace in the steady rhythm of his heart.

The next morning, Matteo woke up first.

He turned slightly and smiled when he saw Adrian still asleep beside him.

Carefully, he moved closer and pressed a soft kiss to Adrian’s forehead.

Then his cheek.

Then his lips.

What started as soft kisses slowly deepened until Adrian finally responded in his sleep, kissing him back.

A small smile appeared on Matteo’s face.

When they pulled apart, Matteo whispered. "Good morning, baby."

Adrian slowly opened his eyes. "Good morning," Adrian replied, his voice thick with sleep. He immediately shifted his focus to Matteo’s arm. "How is your hand? Does it still hurt?"

Matteo shook his head lightly. "I’ll be fine, baby. Don’t worry about it."

Adrian still looked unconvinced, but he didn’t push further.

Instead, he said softly. "I need to go to the studio today. I haven’t been to work lately, and I don’t want to keep skipping".

Matteo chuckled, pulling him closer. "Why do you need to work when you have me? My money is yours, Adrian. If it’s about the money, I’ll give you everything I have".

Adrian smiled faintly and shook his head.

"It’s not just about the money, Matteo," Adrian explained gently. "It’s about being responsible. People are used to seeing me there, and I need to check in."

He leaned closer and kissed Matteo’s cheek. "Maybe later, when you’re done with work, you can pick me up."

Matteo looked at him for a moment before finally nodding. "Alright, baby."

Then he looked at him and smiled. "But before anything, let’s go downstairs and have breakfast first."

"Okay," Adrian agreed softly.

They stood up and got dressed.

After getting ready, the two of them headed downstairs together.

The bodyguards greeted Matteo respectfully as they passed.

"Good morning, boss."

Matteo gave a short nod and continued toward the dining room with Adrian beside him.

Tony and Mark were already there.

The moment Matteo and Adrian sat down, Selena stepped forward to begin serving their breakfast.

Everything seemed calm—

Until Tony spoke.

"Oh, look who’s finally here," he said lazily. "The man whose father-in-law almost killed him yesterday."

Mark immediately looked up. "What are you talking about?"

Tony blinked dramatically. "Wait...