Page 92 of Ony If It's You
“Everything okay?”
“Y-yeah, women.” He shrugged.
Women?
Since I was a little nigga, I had never seen or heard my uncle talking to another woman. Dominique’s moms passed away from cancer when we were kids and he never dated again. I mean, I didn’t have my doubts that he fucked around with women, he was a man, but nothing serious enough to be arguing with one on the phone.
“Word, I didn’t know you had women.”
He looked at me like I was crazy.
“Nigga, I’m no spring chicken, buteverythingon me is intact and still working.”
We shared a laugh as the two of us journeyed to the front room so we could start my training session. He assisted me with taping my hands up then my warmups. Today’s training session was going to be short, but intense.
I filled him in on why I’d let my pops go and also on the meeting that I had coming up with Zach and the Kincaids. I really owed a lot to my uncle for my entire career.
I was an angry little nigga growing up. I hated thinking about not having a mother. I used to spend a lot of time at Dominique’s crib with him and his parents and it always reminded me of what I didn’t have. Nique hadn’t gotten to experience it long, but at least he had some memories with his moms. I never had mine from the very beginning and that angered me.
Yeah, I had Ms. Phyllis and a nigga was grateful, but it still wasn’t the real thing. I never got to run to anyone about nightmares or girl problems because God knows I couldn’t go to my pops about it. I had never been in love as a child, none of that puppy love shit. Just fucking different hoes all my life until I’d met my wife. All of that shit fueled my anger, but Pres taught me how to channel it. I could always fight; he taught me to be a boxer though and capitalize off of the shit.
The sound of the door opening jarred me from my thoughts. Pres and I both looked that way and noticed Zach walking in with a female in tow. I frowned and stood up straight to see what he had going on. I knew her ass wasn’t Zoree Kincaid, so it couldn’t be the woman I was supposed to be meeting with today.
“JV, Pres, how’s it going?”
“What is this?” I ignored his greeting and pointed to the unwanted guest.
“Right, this is Ray, your new promoter.”
Pres and I shared a look before I chuckled and gave Zach my attention again. He had me fucked up.
“My what?” I asked for clarity although I heard him loud and clear.
“Your promoter.”
“Are you out of your mind?” I frowned at the both of them.
“What? No,” he answered looking confused. “You said you needed a new promoter, so I got you one and she?—”
“Andshe’sa fucking female, nigga. Did you forget about Lani? She would kill me if she knew I had a bitch working so closely with me, no disrespect.”
“None taken.” She smiled. “I can assure youandyour wife that this will be all business.My husbandwouldn’t have it any other way.”
I was a little relieved to learn that she was married, but still a little unsure. The reality of it was if Kehlani didn’t give no fucksabout that and wanted shorty gone, then that was what it would be.
“Your husband?”
“Yeah, Ryan Sacks.”
“TheRyan Sacks?” My eyes ballooned learning that her husband was one of the biggest promoters in the boxing business.
“Yep, that would be him.” She beamed. “He would have taken this job, but his workload is a little heavy right now so he asked me to step in.”
I nodded, impressed that he’d gone into business with his wife. I mean I would do the same with Lani if that was what she wanted. Not no boxing shit though. She was too fine for that and I couldn’t promise that I wouldn’t intervene and knock a bitch off their feet for hitting mine the wrong way.
“Aight, bet, as long as shit is business then I’m cool.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She smiled and assured me. “Now that we have agreed to do business together, I have an opportunity for you. It’s a charity event though.”
