The guards dragged him away, his pleas fading as the doors shut.
Tony took a sip of his drink, a dark smirk on his face. "You're getting soft, Mat. Usually, that man wouldn't be walking out of here alive."
Matteo leaned back, his eyes narrowing slightly as a certain stubborn Adrian crossed his mind.
"I'm not kind, Tony," he said calmly. "I could end his life right now. I'm just in a good mood. Tomorrow will decide his fate."
Tony let out a quiet chuckle. "You're in a good mood because of him, right?"
Matteo exhaled smoke, his expression turning colder. "Tony… stop. I don't want any argument between us."
Matteo pulled his phone from his pocket, his attention already gone from the room.
Tony was still talking, something about timing, about the auction, about consequences, but Matteo wasn't listening anymore.
His thumb hovered over Adrian's name.
For a second, his expression softened, just a little.
Then he typed.
Matteo: Hey baby.
