Page 47 of Wrestling With Love

She let out a breathless laugh. "You never give me a choice, do you?"

"Not when it comes to you," he admitted.

As they stood together, gazing at their new home, Luca smirked. "So, how many kids are we talking?"

Diamond barely hesitated. "Six."

He choked. Hard. His shock lasted all of two seconds before his dark eyes gleamed with something else—something carnal.

"Six, huh?" His voice dropped, heat creeping into it.

Before she could react, he swept her into his arms, smirking down at her.

"Then we’d better get started," he murmured, carrying her inside.

Luca carried her effortlessly, his grip firm yet reverent, like he was holding something priceless. Diamond curled her arms around his neck, her forehead resting against his, laughter slipping past her lips. She had fought for everything in her life—her strength, her success, her survival. But this? Being in his arms, being his?

It felt easy. It felt right.

As he stepped through the doors of their home, the weight of the past stayed behind. There was no more running, no more questioning. Just them, together, exactly where they were meant to be.

She had spent her whole life searching for a place to belong.

And Luca Ferrara had just carried her straight into it.

The End.

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