Page 38 of Wrestling With Love

Lena, lounging nearby with a water bottle in hand, smirked. “If you puke, I’ll hold your hair back. That’s friendship, right?”

Diamond shot her a glare. “That’s sadism.”

Lena took a slow sip. “Potato, po-tah-to.”

Diamond exhaled sharply but said nothing.

And then there was Luca. Ever the silent observer, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, acting like he wasn’t paying attention. Like he wasn’t memorizing every move she made.

But she could feel his eyes on her.

He had been the one to call them—Lena for support, Vincent for discipline. He wasn’t about to let Diamond go into her first fight anything less than prepared.

“Your footwork is still sloppy,” Vincent muttered, stepping closer. “You rely too much on brute strength. You need to be quicker.”

Diamond wiped her forehead. “I am quick.”

Vincent snorted. “Not quick enough.”

Luca finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. “Fix it.”

Diamond scowled. “You fix it.”

Luca smirked. “I did. That’s why I called them.”

She hated that he was right.

She stomped on the treadmill, ignoring all the three people around her.

Soon her pace increased and she started to run on it, pushing herself as hard as she could. Luca had only meant to check on her for a while, but he couldn’t move. She was completely in the zone, headphones on, oblivious to his gaze. There was something intoxicating about the way she pushed past her limits, refusing to stop even when her body screamed for rest. And it did something to him—something deep, something raw.

His eyes roamed on every curve of her delicious figure. Tiny droplets of sweat formed on her body, the way she pushed herself hard on that treadmill; fierce, fearless, and untameable. She was his missing piece, the one he never knew he needed.

This wasn’t just attraction. It was a need. She wasn’t just some woman; she was his woman.

“Stop drooling over me Luca.” Diamond's voice cut through his cloud of lust.

He chuckled, not at all embarrassed, “I'll tell you at night what drooling really means when it comes to you.”

His words made her cheeks turn pink and her heart racing.

Realising he might be distracting her from training, he excused himself, informing her that Enzo was about to join him in ten minutes.

Diamond walked out of the home gym, towel slung around her neck, skin still dewy from the workout. She stretched her arms over her head, rolling out the last bit of tension in her shoulders. Vincent and Lena had left half an hour ago and she had just finished her stretching.

Luca and Enzo’s voices filtered through the living room, some men were standing by their side, their voices low and firm. Diamond made her way to the bedroom passing by them when the front door opened.

A man stepped inside, his presence immediately filling the space with a casual arrogance. He was tall, built like a fighter, and carried himself with the ease of someone who knew he belonged. His sharp gaze flicked over Diamond, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Didn’t take you for the arm-candy type, Boss." He said walking towards her.

“Marco…” Fabio, who had been lingering nearby, shifted like he was about to warn the guy, but Luca—sitting on the couch—lifted a hand, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Let him figure it out.”

The moment Marco’s hand reached her, she moved.

One second, Marco was standing there, smug as ever. The next—he was flat on his back, breath knocked clean out of him, staring up at the ceiling in stunned silence.

Enzo’s laugh cut through the air, sharp and amused. “Damn, Luca. I think I like her.”

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