Page 30 of Wrestling With Love

"Luca—" Fabio’s voice, hesitant.

"No." Luca’s tone was final. "It’s done. She can wrestle all she wants, but she isn't working for pennies. "

Diamond exhaled slowly, fingers curling into the sheets. So that was it. No discussion, no asking what she wanted—just Luca deciding for her.

Or protecting her?

“What to do about those bastards, boss?” Fabio asked.

“Find them and kill them.” The hard, emotionless voice made Diamond shiver.

“But…”

“Kill them.”

Before she could stew on it, a knock at the door broke the silence. She expected Fabio, maybe Luca, but instead, Vincent stepped inside.

"I see you’re still alive." His smirk was familiar, but there was an edge of concern in his sharp gaze.

"Takes more than that to get rid of me," she muttered, shifting to sit up.

Vincent shook his head. "Clearly. But you look like hell."

"Thanks."

He pulled up a chair beside her, his expression turning serious. "You're all over social media, I saw the video. You did good, but next time? Don’t get yourself killed proving a point."

"Wasn’t planning on it."

Vincent stayed for a few more minutes, his usual sarcasm laced with something softer before he left, promising to check in again.

Not long after, another visitor arrived.

Lena.

She walked in slowly, bandages visible on her arm, but her expression was warm.

"You look worse than me," Lena teased, dropping into the chair Vincent had vacated.

"I’ll take that as a compliment."

For a moment, there was silence, a comfortable kind. Then Lena exhaled, shaking her head. "You know, I never thought I’d say this, but I always liked you."

Diamond blinked.

Lena smirked. "Yeah, yeah, don’t get emotional on me. But I mean it. You never really spoke to me often, but you were never mean and always gave me a chance to fight back during training. But yesterday you proved that I can count on you. So I wanna tell you that since you’ve got my back and I’ve got yours, so friends?"

The word settled over her like something foreign. Diamond had spent so long on her own that the idea of someone claiming her as a friend felt… strange. But real.

She nodded. "Friends."

Lena grinned. "Good. Because I’m not letting you back out of it now."

For the first time in years, Diamond felt it—she had a friend. And it wasn’t so bad.

The doctor had cleared her to leave, but Luca hadn’t given her a choice about where she was going.

She fought him. Of course, she did.

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