Page 33 of Wrestling With Love

But he should’ve expected it. When he had told Enzo that he wasn't coming, his younger brother had immediately pushed for a reason, unwilling to let it go. At first, Luca had brushed him off, but Enzo was relentless, and eventually, Luca had admitted the truth. That was all it took. Word spread through the family like wildfire, and before he knew it, everyone was aware of Diamond. There was no point in holding back after that he had to spill everything.

The Ferraras never did anything quietly—especially not family gatherings.

By the time he made it to the living room, his mother was already there, hands on her hips, eyes scanning him like she could tell he hadn’t been taking care of himself.

“Luca,” Isabella Ferrara sighed, shaking her head, then turned to Enzo. “Look at him. He’s too thin.”

Enzo smirked, slapping a hand on Luca’s shoulder. “Too thin? You sure about that, Ma? The guy’s built like a damn wall.”

“Watch your language,” she scolded, before pulling Luca into a bone-crushing hug.

Luca let her. There was no stopping her anyway.

His father, Salvatore Ferrara, was more subtle, a firm handshake before giving him a once-over. “How’s business?”

Luca nodded. “Good.”

His father grunted in approval before taking a seat, already launching into a conversation with Enzo about some deal in Italy.

Luca had barely processed their arrival when he heard another voice—lighter, more excited.

“Oh my God, you’re awake!”

Luca turned in time to see his teenage sister, Sofia darting across the room—but not toward him.

Straight to Diamond.

His sister had always been small, but somehow she managed to pull Diamond into an embrace like she’d known her forever.

Luca saw Diamond stiffen just slightly before his sister pulled back, her grin wide.

“I knew it,” she said, eyes bright. “You are as cool as Luca made you sound.”

Luca arched his brow. “I made her sound cool?”

His sister shot him a look. “Yes, idiot.” Then she turned back to Diamond, not noticing how tense she’d gone.

Luca did.

Diamond was too still.

She was used to fights, not warmth. Not this.

She pulled away after a second, expression guarded. “You don’t even know me.”

His sister just shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. Luca does, and that’s enough for us.”

Luca saw the way Diamond’s throat moved, like she was swallowing something down.

His mother had also shifted her focus to Diamond. With a warm smile, she guided her to a seat beside her. "Come, sit with me, cara," she said gently, her gaze filled with quiet concern. "Tell me, how have you been? Is Luca taking good care of you?" Her tone was soft but firm, the kind that left no room for half-hearted answers.

And just like that, Diamond was swept into the madness.

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Luca found her later, standing by the window, breathing a little too carefully.

Luca leaned against the doorframe. “You okay?”

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