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“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 gethurt, 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 toneversay 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.
