Page 3 of Wrestling With Love

“Listen Mr…” She didn't know his name, he looked familiar, but that was because she saw pictures of all the guests beforehand.

“Luca, Luca Ferrara.”

Dammit, she thought.

His name… She did research on him on her way here.

Luca Ferrara.

Owner of Ferrara and Sons Development at the young age of 26.

And also rumoured to be tied to the Italian Mafia!!

She should be staying away… far far away from him, especially because of how he was making her feel things.

She pulled herself out of the trance, took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. She didn't have time for this.

“Mr, Ferrara, I apologize for my earlier comment. But I have to return to my duty; I hope your friend will not cause any more trouble.”

“You don't need to apologize, Bambina.”

Did he just… call her… Bambina??!!

“Bambina?” She repeated.

“I would have taken your name if I knew it.” He smirked.

Diamond was about to tell her name but stopped when she saw the hint of a smile on his gorgeous pink lips. She figured it was his way of finding out her name. And if she doesn't tell him, he will keep calling her Bambina.

“Smart move.” She rolled her eyes at him and started to walk back. “Bambina, I'll find it out sooner or later,” he called, her lips curved into a small smile, she took a deep breath and moved forward, an invisible thread pulling her attention to him no matter how much she tried to ignore it.

And Luca Ferrara made sure he didn't leave his eyes off of her. Diamond could feel his eyes on her everywhere she went.

When Mr. Vanderbilt called her in for a security update, she could feel Luca standing too close, his presence a solid, unshakable thing.

He was there when she took her rounds at the golf course. Then when she checked the shooting range. Everywhere she turned, she felt him watching. It was distracting. No—more than that. It was maddening.

She couldn’t think straight. Every time their eyes clashed, even from ten feet away, she lost her train of thought. It wasn’t normal, the way the air seemed to spark between them, the way her pulse tripped over itself like an amateur on the mat. She was supposed to be focused, supposed to be working.

But Luca Ferrara made it impossible.

By the time the party ended and everything was wrapped up, Diamond was exhausted. She had changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, finally allowing herself to breathe. The guests were gone, the estate had gone quiet, and she was ready to leave.

She reached for her phone, expecting a message from her team, but there was nothing. Her brows furrowed as she dialed their numbers—one after the other. No answer. Not a single call went through.

Her stomach twisted.

They left her.

A cold sensation spread through her chest as she stared at her screen. That wasn’t possible. They wouldn’t just leave. Right? Unless…

Her eyes lifted instinctively, scanning the dimly lit estate. The weight of Luca Ferrara’s gaze from earlier still lingered in her mind. Could he have had something to do with this? He had the kind of power that could make people disappear—or at the very least, make sure they weren’t where they were supposed to be.

Her thoughts were still spinning when a presence emerged from the shadows.

“Miss Perez.”

She turned sharply. A man stood a few feet away – tall, dressed in black, face unreadable.

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