Page 55 of Ony If It's You
“Well, that will make three of us then.”
She resumed what she was doing. My heart plummeted at her coldness, but I shrugged it off, said fuck it, and headed for the door. I paused when my hand landed on the doorknob.
“Kehlani, if you can, please come. I had both of those seats sold and got you one behind my corner. I need you to be there. Not for no fucking appearance or none of that fake, flaw ass shit. I just need you there.”
Not wanting to hear her decline or deal with the rejection, I left. I hoped that she at least showed up to watch the fight, then she could leave. Kehlani had quickly become a nigga’s peace. When I felt like I was spiraling and shit, one look at her ass calmed a nigga all the way down.
Yeah, I needed her tonight. I needed her period.
“Javyous, you’re not even trying to play offense, what the hell is going on in your head?”
We were in the fifth round of the fight and I was pretty sure that he probably had four out of the five. My head was all over the fucking place, but I was mainly worried about these people painting me out to be a monster again if I really beat on this nigga like I knew I could.
Shit wasn’t just about me anymore. I had to think about my girl and her kids and shit now too. I didn’t want anyone saying anything to or about them.
“He's too fast man,” I lied.
“Bullshit,” my pops barked. “If you’re trying to throw this fight because you’re worried about that bitch I swear to God?—”
“You swear to God what?” I spat as I quickly rose and turned his way.
“JV, no!” My uncle put his palm on my chest, but I ignored him.
“You swear to God, what?” I could hear the commentators talking and asking what was going on behind me, but I had tunnel vision. “Disrespect her again and the main event tonight will be me on your ass, nigga.”
He was holding onto the ropes, so I shoved him making him release and fall off. I didn’t care that we were on TV. He talked too fucking much and was too big for his fucking britches, so somebody needed to shut his ass up.
Just as I got ready to turn around, I noticed Zach and one of the security guards walking Kehlani to her seat. She was wearing a red, sequined dress to match the red shorts that I was wearing. The shit was short as fuck and the front of that mothafucka had a deep li’l drop in it, but she looked good as hell. After she got to her designated seat, we made brief eye contact. She rolled her eyes, but there was a smile on her pretty face and that was enough to change my entire mood.
She heard me when I said I needed her.
I felt my cheekbones rise as I smiled back at her then turned back to face my uncle and team.
“I hope that smile means you’re ready now,” Pres said as he nursed the cut above my eye.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
I was hype now, so when the bell rang, I hopped up from my seat hitting my gloves together and got ready to end this fight. There was no way in hell that I was going to lose in front of my girl.
No way.
Gambrell threw a punch to my ribs, so I tucked my elbow into my side to block it. The hit left his right side completely open so I sent a jab into his face sending him stumbling backward. He was unbalanced, so I took advantage of that. I stepped up sending a right to get him to react, and when he did, I threw a left connecting to his face again sending him backward this time, into the ropes.
Immediately I started to deliver body shots until he reached to hug me around my neck so that I would stop. The referee got between us, giving him a chance to get right and try to shake some of the hits off a little.
As soon as the ref stepped back, we went at it again. I was delivering jab after jab to his face and lower body. My adrenaline was rushing and I was pumped. That was until I felt his glove connect to my groin.
“Fuck!” I barked, doubling over in pain.
This bitch ass nigga hit me in my nuts.
“That was a low blow.” The ref had a hand on my shoulder as he talked to Gambrell before turning to address me. “Are you okay, Goldsmith?”
I nodded, standing up. “I’m straight.”
Nodding, he went to the judges table to let them know to take a point away from Gambrell for the low blow, but that wasn’t even necessary. I was about to end this fight. He had me fucked up. I knew that the last fight had ended tragically, but I’d apologized to his fuck ass. He was trying to interfere with me making some beautiful babies with the beautiful lady that was in the crowd. Right before the ref waved us back in, I looked back at Kehlani and winked. She was really a nigga’s sanity.
Gambrell came at me throwing some wild punches as soon as the coast was clear, tiring himself out. I ducked and weaved all of them. He was clearly running off of emotion now. His finalpunch, I side stepped while delivering an uppercut to his chin sending him onto his back once again.
