Page 20 of Ony If It’s You

Chapter Thirteen

J avyous

Looking toward the crowd where my wife should have been seated, I noticed that her seat was empty, but the one next to it was occupied by Zoey and I frowned.

Where the fuck was Kehlani’s little ass at and what the fuck was Zoey’s ass doing here?

Just as I turned to face my opponent again, a fist connected to my face sending me crashing to the ground.

Shit.

That was the first time in my career that I had been knocked off of my feet and it pissed me off. How the fuck could I lose focus like that and allow myself to be hit and knocked on my ass?

Infuriated, I lightly knocked the referee from my side and hopped to my feet ready to get to it. The ref stood between us with his hands to each of our chests, but his eyes were on me.

“Goldsmith, are you good?”

“Let’s go,” I grunted, hitting my gloves together.

Seconds later he nodded and stepped back.

With my guard up, I took a step forward with each one that my opponent took backward, waiting for the perfect opportunity to hit him.

With his left hand, he took a swing at me.

I side stepped and countered with a jab to his face.

He stumbled backward a little but was able to regain his footing and commence in bouncing around.

I could have easily ended this fight in the first five minutes, but listening to my pops, I agreed to at least let it go a few rounds for the sake of money, but I was regretting listening to him once again because I’d gotten knocked on me ass by this fucking rookie.

My opponent swung wildly at me again and again I weaved it along with the punch that followed and delivered a body shot of my own. When he winced and leaned into the side that I had just hit I took the opportunity to hit him with an uppercut sending him flying backward and landing on his back.

Dropping my fist, I waited as the ref did the count then waved him off. I lifted one of my gloved hands into the air to claim my knockout victory then turned to head to my corner. As soon as my ass hit the stool and I spit my mouthpiece out, I faced my uncle and pops.

“Where the fuck did Kehlani go?”

“What?” The smile on my pops’ face slowly faded. “Is that why you almost got your stupid ass knocked out? You’re worried about a bitch.”

“Call her another bitch,” I threatened when I was vertical and in his face. I didn’t give a fuck about the cameras being here or none of that shit; I would knock his ass out next if he disrespected me or my wife again.

“Look at you.” He eyed me up and down in disgust. “You’re a mess over a woman.

I told you. I warned you that a woman would be the downfall to your career and look at tonight.

You’ve been fighting since you were five and tonight was the first time that I have ever saw you on your ass and why?

Because you didn’t see her ass in the crowd.

Keep it up with that woman and you’re going to lose everything. ”

Although his words got to me a little, I waved him off and turned to Pres. Regardless of how true or untrue what he was saying was, I still needed to know where her ass was and why she wasn’t here.

“JV! JV!” I heard and saw Zoey in my peripheral.

Ignoring her, I continued to wait for my uncle to answer me. He’d promised to make sure Lani was good while I was in the ring by assigning security to be with her, but I didn’t see her ass or her bitch ass security.

“I’ll find out what’s going on, nephew,” he promised.

“Do that,” I said before leaving the ring, ignoring the reporters that were trying to stop me.

I wasn’t in the mood to be bothered. It was best that I went on about my business because if one of them said some shit that I didn’t like, I’d add them to my list of mothafuckas that could be knocked the fuck out too.

“JV!” Zach jogged after me as I went to the locker room. “JV, you’re refusing interviews?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a grown ass man, nigga.” I frowned. “I don’t have to talk to them funky ass reporters if I don’t want to.”

“Yeah, I know, but come on JV. We’re working on your image and portraying you differently. It wouldn’t have hurt to answer a few questions.”

“Yo Zach, if you don’t want to get hurt , you’d step the fuck off.” I took a seat on the bench and grabbed a towel to clean my face. “My wife is fucking missing and you think I give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ interview?”

“Missing?” His brows pinched together. “I saw her to her seat personally. She was fine.”

“Well, her ass wasn’t there when I looked over there.” I said. “That’s why I—just go find her, bro.”

He nodded and turned to leave, but I stopped him.

“Ay, find Zoey and send her in here too.”

Again, he nodded before letting himself out. Moments later there was a knock on the door and when it opened, Zoey stepped in.

“Hey, baby.” She beamed, but that smile slowly dissipated when she noticed the scowl on my face.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I came to see you fight.” Her smile was small as she pointed behind her, but her expression was also nervous because Zoey knew me and she knew that I was pissed.

“Didn’t I tell you that this shit was a dub?”

“Yeah, but?—”

“Naw, it ain’t no mothafuckin’ but, Zoey!” I barked, cutting her off. “I specifically said this shit was a fucking wrap bro, and you bring your ass here and you’re sitting in a seat beside… did you say something to Kehlani?”

It just registered to me again that she was in the seat that was right beside where Kehlani would have been sitting.

“H-huh?” she stammered with fear dancing all in her eyes because I had risen to my feet and started in her direction.

“If you can huh, you can fucking hear.”

“She said something to me first,” she cried.

“Zoey, I swear to God?—”

“Why her?” she cried, cutting me off. “She is no different from Kecia and me. We’re pretty, our bodies are nice, if you want a baby I?—”

“She’s my fucking wife, that’s what make y’all different, Zoey!” I spat, cutting her nutty ass off. “I don’t give a fuck about all that shit you talking about, that’s my gotdamn wife, that’s all that matters, and that’s more than enough reason for you to never say anything to her.”

“Your marriage isn’t even real,” she spat, switching from sad to angry as she shuffled through her purse.

She pulled a piece of paper out of it and pushed it into my chest. Grabbing it the best I could with my gloved hand, I looked it over and felt my face frowning up noticing that it was the copy of the agreement that Kehlani and I signed.

Where the fuck did she get this from?

“Yeah nigga, I found this when I went to get my stuff from your house.”

“How the fuck you get in my crib?”

“Don’t worry about that, just know that I did and I found that.” She pointed to the paper in my hand. “And don’t think that’s the only one. I made copies.”

She was smirking like she was doing something.

“You tryna blackmail me or some shit?” I asked amused.

She fought to maintain the look on her face, but I could see the discomfort written all over it when she didn’t get the reaction she thought she was going to get.

“N-no, I-I’m just l-letting you know.” She was nervous as hell as she stumbled over her words and walked backward due to the fact that I was walking forward. She retreated until her back hit the door.

“Letting me know what exactly?” I questioned now that there was no space between us.

“T-that I w-will t-tell p-people t-that y-your m-marriage isn’t r-real.”

I smiled big at her uneasiness. Nothing about what she said sounded confident, but still I knew how scorned women worked and she would for sure go and tell people, the blogs mainly, that my shit wasn’t real. I wasn’t going to let her hold that shit over my head though. Fuck I look like?

“I wouldn’t give a fuck what yo’ ass went and told any mothafuckin’ body, Zoey. Let me put you up on game about some shit.”

I was tired of sparing her feelings because of her mental issues. I showed her all kinds of attention and shit because I didn’t want to be another slimy mothafucka in her life, but now that she tried to threaten me? Naw, shit wasn’t happening like that.

“If it wasn’t Lani, it still wouldn’t be you.

I been fuckin’ you for years and it never crossed my mind to wife you, no matter what condition my career and reputation was in, you were never an option.

Also, no matter what that mothafuckin’ paper says, it has nothing to do with how I really feel about my wife.

I fuck with her for real , whether you think it’s real or not.

Regardless, she managed to do something in two weeks that you been tryna do for years, that’s got to fucking suck. ”

Tears were pouring down her face as I smiled at her.

I wasn’t moved one bit by the waterworks.

I was gentle when it came to Zoey, but she had me fucked up tonight.

I wasn’t going to let her condition be a crutch for her ass to do and say whatever the fuck what she wanted to me and I wasn’t going to let her ass be the reason I lost Lani either.

“JV!” She whimpered. “Y-you don’t mean that,” she cried. “You can’t.”

“I don’t say shit that I don’t fucking mean,” I replied. “Get out.”

Reaching behind her, I pulled the door open so that she could leave. My uncle and Zach were standing there waiting so I had my uncle get her out while Zach cut the tape from my gloves.

When I got to the room, I showered first then went to find Kehlani.

My uncle let me know that she left the fight and had security walk her back upstairs.

Once he confirmed that, I was able to calm down a little to talk to the few reporters that’d hung around to see if they would get lucky enough to talk to me.

“Ay,” I whispered, shaking her a little. She was asleep, but I didn’t care, I wanted to holla at her. “Kehlani.”

“What?” she moaned with her eyes still closed.

My dick bricked a little because the shit sounded lowkey sexy.

“Kehlani.”

“What, Javyous?” she spat, finally opening her eyes.