Page 39 of Wrestling With Love

Luca remained lounging, a slow smirk curling his lips, but there was pride in his eyes. “Told you—she’s lethal.”

Marco groaned, sitting up and rubbing his ribs. “The hell was that?”

Diamond rolled her shoulders, unimpressed. “You were asking for it.”

Enzo stepped closer, still grinning. “You ever get tired of wrestling, Perez, come find me. I could use someone with your… skill set.”

Diamond scoffed. “I fight for myself, not for men in suits.”

Enzo tipped his head at her, considering. “You ever change your mind… you know where to find me.”

Then, with a more thoughtful look, he added, “Or maybe, you’d prefer something else. Our young boys need to learn how to fight properly. You could teach them.”

Diamond quirked a brow. “You want me training mafia brats?”

Enzo shrugged. “They could use discipline. You’d be good at it.”

She let out a dry laugh. “Not my thing.”

Enzo looked at Luca, “You won't say anything?”

Luca shrugged, “It's her choice, I won't ever take decisions for her when it comes to wrestling.”

Diamond's heart fluttered.

Enzo sighed, feigning disappointment, before his gaze flicked over her, slow and assessing. “Pity. I like my women a little more… obedient.”

Luca’s smirk dropped. His fingers curled slightly against the armrest, but his tone was deceptively smooth. “Then she’s definitely not for you.”

Diamond smirked, unfazed. “Sounds like a you problem, Enzo.”

Enzo chuckled and stepped back. “Your loss, Perez.”

Once Enzo and the men were gone, Luca stood, closing the distance between them. His voice dropped lower, thick with something possessive. “You do that again, and I might just have to keep you locked up, Bambina.”

Diamond grinned, tilting her chin up at him. “Jealous, huh?”

Luca held her wrist and pulled her towards him, making her gasp. He kissed her slow and smooth, enjoying the salty taste of her sweaty lips, pulling away as he looked at her, eyes dark with promise, “Oh Bambina, you have no idea.”

THE FIRST MATCH

Finally it was the day before her first match and Diamond was stressed.

She paced. Couldn’t sit still.

Every bruise, every fall, every loss flashed in her mind.

What if she wasn’t ready?

What if she lost?

She didn’t even hear Luca enter until his voice cut through the silence.

"You’re scared."

She scoffed. "No, I’m not."

But he wasn’t buying it.

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