Page 56 of Ony If It's You
The crowd erupted in cheers at my victory along with the commentators. Finally, they would have something new to talk about when it came to Goldsmith and Gambrell. Because I was trying to change up my image, I walked over to where the ref and Gambrell’s team were standing over him to assist then reached to pull him up on his feet myself.
“You good?” I asked him.
He nodded. “Thank you, man.”
Tapping his back with my glove, I turned to face my corner, fans, and wife before lifting my hands in the air to signify my victory. It felt damn good to be back doing what I loved doing. Now it was on to the next level.
“Maybe we need to keep Kehlani over in the corner of your matches to keep you in line.” My uncle grinned before pulling me into a hug. “I’m proud of you.”
“’Preciate that, Unc.” I smiled and touched fists with the rest of the team.
“I ain’t gon’ hold you, I thought you had me come all the way the fuck back to Vegas to see you get yo’ ass kicked,” Dominique said when he entered the ring. It was a lot going on and an assload of people in the ring, so I couldn’t lay eyes on my wife. My eyes scanned everywhere it seemed, but I didn’t see her.
“Zach and your security got her and Celeste on through if that’s who you looking for.” Nique had a stupid ass smug grin on his face as he waited for me to respond, but I didn’t even entertain him.
“Nigga name a time you ever saw me lose a fight.”
“I don’t know, cuz, if that was a street fight ol’ boy would have for sure kicked your ass.”
“That’s where you got me fucked up. These hands are lethal with these gloves on, fuck around and murder a mothafucka without them.”
“I mean it sound good.” He grinned hard.
“You want to test the theory, mothafucka?” I smiled, tossing some playful jabs his way.
“Chill out, man.” He ran off.
We climbed out of the ring and started through the tunnel where the reporters were waiting along with my pops. I stopped and did some interviews with them and even included his goofy ass when they asked what was next since he was my promoter. He was looking stupid as hell, so I didn’t want to embarrass him on TV any more than I already had.
I was lowkey disappointed that I didn’t see Kehlani waiting for me though. I knew she was mad at a nigga and shit, but I still would have liked for her to be here when I got out of the ring.
“You’ve been looking pitiful all night,” I heard from behind me.
Her small hand landed on my forearm before I turned all the way around. Unable to help myself, I pulled her all the way around to the front of my body and hugged her.
“Javyous, you’re sweaty, move.”
When I loosened my grip, she pushed out of my hold, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the room that I changed in.
“Thank you for coming.”
“I mean, you told me you needed me, but I actuallysawhow much you needed me while watching you on TV.”
“Yeah, shit was rough on a nigga.” I grinned. “You a nigga’s good luck charm.”
She waved me off. “Please, Javyous. You were undefeated before you met me.”
“Yeah, but I ain’t start winning until we said I do,” I replied, shocking both of us.
Ya’ boy smooth as hell, although it’s the truth.
“Flattery gets you nowhere, sir.”
“Does the truth get me here?” I asked pointing to her heart.
“Javyous—”
Leaning in, I placed a kiss on her lips to stop her from talking.
