Page 26 of Wrestling With Love

“Are you flying here tomorrow?” Enzo was more concerned this time.

“Yeah.” There was no excitement in his voice.

“Well, prepare yourself for the interrogation then. I wanna know every detail.” With that line Enzo cut the call.

Luca sighed, his thoughts going back to Diamond.

His phone rang again but he was not in the mood to pick it up. The bell rang and then it stopped, but started again the very next second.

Luca barely glanced at his ringing phone until he saw the name flashing on the screen—Fabio, his trusted right hand.

“Speak.”

“You need to see this.” Fabio’s voice was tight. “It’s all over social media.”

A link popped up. Luca tapped it, already impatient—then his blood ran cold.

The video was grainy, taken from a shaky phone, but he recognized her immediately.

Diamond.

A street fight. Fists flying. Blood on her face.

His heart slammed against his ribs as he watched her body hit the pavement. The clip ended, but his vision stayed frozen at that moment.

Fabio’s voice was cautious. “She was taken to Roosevelt General.”

Luca was already moving.

Luca’s heart pounded as he tore through the streets, the city lights blurring past him. The video played on repeat in his head—Diamond on the ground, hurt, bleeding. His chest was tight, rage and fear battling inside him. He had never been afraid like this. Not when he took over the business, not when he faced threats that should have sent weaker men running.

But this?

Seeing her like that?

It gutted him.

She had fought, of course she had, but even Diamond had her limits. And now she was lying in a hospital bed because of some bastard who thought they could touch her. He gripped the wheel, his knuckles white.

When he found out who had done this, there would be no negotiations, no warnings—only consequences.

Roosevelt General came into view, and he barely waited for the car to stop before he was out, moving on instinct. He didn’t know if she would even want to see him.

He didn’t care.

She had pushed him away, but that didn’t mean he’d stay away. Not now. Not when she needed him, even if she’d never admit it.

The moment he stepped into the hospital, the sterile scent of antiseptic mixed with the burning fury in his chest.

“I need to see Diamond Perez.” His voice was ice.

The receptionist barely looked up. “Are you family?”

His patience snapped. “Where is she?”

“Sir, I can’t give you—”

He slammed his palm on the counter. “Find her. Now.”

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