“Had that stupid waiter not told me to shut up just because I asked where my food was, none of this shit would’ve happened!” Yvonna yelled.
“Young lady, please,” Urban’s employee said, “relax.” She settled down a little, briefly remembering her original purpose, to get at Urban. “Like I said, I’m with Urban Greggs and he would like her company. Now, I can take the money back into the restaurant and have whoever’s in charge bring her back inside. But wouldn’t you want to make a few bucks and let bygones be bygones?” The guard looked at the money again. “My offer is not going to last always.”
With that he immediately released her pits and she shook him off. “Stupid ass, nigga!”
“Come with me,” Urban’s employee said leading her back into the restaurant.
The moment Urban saw her up close he was happy he’d given the order to bring her back inside. She was more attractive than he thought and he loved the way she wore her clothes. After some light conversation, he invited her out and when she said, “No, I don’t date boxers.” His dick got hard.
She left shortly after their meeting but not before they exchanged numbers. After a few calls and a lot of persistence on Urban’s part, he finally got his date and Yao was excited that he would eventually get his man.
After many years, Yao finally found the woman who could get Urban’s attention and take his life. But not before he earned millions after the bet he’d placed that Urban Greggs, the heavyweight champion of the world, would lose. That’s why it was important that he be drugged on the day of the fight. He needed him to fight but not at his best and the next day he wanted him killed.
Sitting on the couch with Urban in his suite, she could feel the heat he was throwing her way. With his arm wrapped behind her, he looked over at her. “Give me a kiss.” He ordered.
“No.” She frowned.
“No?” He said looking at her suspiciously. “What you mean no?”
“You told me that coach said no sex before the fight,” she smiled, “so I’m honoring his request by giving you no sex before the fight.”
“I said kiss me.”
“And I said no.”
He softly hit her face with his fist. “Kiss me.”
“I said no, Urban. I don’t know why you think I’m playing with your ass. You don’t always get what you want when it comes to me. I’m surprised you don’t know that already.”
He then turned to her and said, “I’m serious, I want you to kiss me.”
“I’m not about to kiss you, Urban.”
He softly hit her in the face again. “You not gonna say yes? Even after I’ve asked you more times than I’ve ever asked a bitch before.”
His use of the word bitch angered her. “All I can say again is, no.”
This time he hit her hard enough in the face to force her jaw to shiver. Yvonna was stunned. For a minute she didn’t even know what happened. “Urban, what…what happened…”
Before her words could fully leave her lips she was on the floor and he was hovering over top of her. “Kiss me,” he said stooping down.
“Urban…why are you doing this?”
He stole her in the face so hard this time that the side of her mouth cracked. Almost as crazy as she was, he smiled at his work, bent down and licked the blood off her face. Then he hit her in the stomach forcing food out of her mouth. She could take a lot of pain, but the pain felt from a gut punch was something else. It was clearly her weakness.
“You know you’re so fucking pretty. You got them soft lips like a pussy.” He ran his rough finger over her lips. “I love women with soft lips like yours. Tell me something, Yvonna, why are your lips so fucking soft?”
“I don’t know.” Yvonna said. Her body was trembling and she could not stop crying. Hot tears rolled down her face and she allowed them to wet the carpet beneath her. All she thought about was Delilah and not being able to see her again. Is this how my life will end? Having Delilah made her more sensitive, but if she were to die, she was happy to have experienced real love.
“Tell me something, Yvonna, how long have you been working with Yao?”
Silence.
He knew.
But for how long?
“I don’t know what you talking about.” She tried to move away a little but he stayed over top of her as she moved a few feet. “Who is Yao?”
He helped Yvonna to her feet by her throat and pushed her up against the wall. Standing in front of her he asked, “How long have you been working for Yao?”
“If I knew who Yao was I would tell you.” She sobbed. This was the first time she had been truly scared in a long time. It’s one thing to stare evil in the face and prepare, but if you didn’t know it was coming you were no match. “I really think this is a mistake, Urban” she smiled lightly, “maybe we can just continue with the rest of our evening. I’m okay, really.”
“So you really gonna continue with this bullshit? Even after I told you I know who you are and what you came to do to me? You supposed to kill me right?” He paused. “My men saw Yao walking into your room last night, bitch! We put one and one together and got you!”
He was about to hit her again, when she blocked it with her wrist. Her wrist stung so badly from his crashing blow and she was about to scream out.
He smiled and said, “I see you pretty quick.”
“Please…I just wanna go back to my room. I won’t tell nobody about none of this. But if you don’t leave me alone, I’m gonna have to defend myself. And I don’t want to hurt you, Urban. I don’t want to hurt you right now.”
He stepped away from her so that she could see his large muscular build. He figured the first blow had caused her to go delusional if she thought she could beat the heavyweight champion of the world. Little did he know she was a trained assassin. When she was in China she learned Wushu, a martial art that taught her how to control her pain levels and how to defend herself. What she hadn’t worked on however was how to control her anger, despite Yao telling her that handling her emotions was the greatest asset unknown to man.
“You could never hurt me, bitch.”
“On the contrary,” she smiled. “I can hurt you, and I can hurt you very badly.”
“I’m going to ask you again.” He laughed, “How long have you…”
Urban was surprised that the wind was knock out of his body so suddenly. She had kicked him in his gut forcing him backwards. Although he was a trained boxer his skills were based primarily on tightening his stomach muscles, expecting solid punches as they came. But now he was caught off guard just as much as Yvonna had been moments earlier from his first blow.
Mad and embarrassed, he grabbed her by the throat and she kneed him in the groin. When he released his hold, she kicked him several more times in his face. She was smart enough to know that although she had gotten a few good blows, she had to land several more and get out of there quick if she wanted to survive.
Running for the door, she wasn’t surprised when Urban caught her from behind and knocked her to the floor. Trying to keep her eyes on him she flipped over.
Grabbing her by her feet he drug her on her back and she fought hard to survive. “Get the fuck off of me!” She yelled hitting him everywhere blows would land.
“You stupid, bitch!” He smacked her. “You going to pay for putting your hands on me.”
With his words she knew there was no way that both of them could leave that room alive. One of them had to die if the other was to survive. Yvonna thought about Yao and how mad he would be if Urban didn’t fight Santiago, but she reasoned that he would understand eventually, with time and a lot of care. It was him or her. It was do or die and it was kill or be killed. So she hit him again, this time in his eyes, temporarily blinding him. Since he didn’t have the use of his eyes she decided to finish him off.
“You crazy, bitch!”
She stopped where she was and said, “What did you just say to me?”
“Fuck you, bitch!”
As
he spat evil obscenities she tried to figure out the best way to crawl back on top of the huge beast. The fact that they both were covered in blood didn’t make matters easy. Everything was slick, bloody and wet. She moved toward the kitchen, and got a little help. For a moment her thoughts went back to the initial plan and Yao’s message to her before she got to Vegas. “Complete the mission I’ve assigned, get out and get paid, Yvonna. Don’t let that temper of yours get you into trouble with me.” Oh yes, Yao would be enraged. But what’s a bitch to do? In the end Yvonna fought him tooth and nail, and just as she predicted, only one was able to survive. And it damn sure wasn’t Urban.
Sin City
Yvonna
Yvonna’s mind was racked with fear and nervousness as she paced the floor. Not only had she killed a man who stood to make her boss a lot of money, she also killed the heavyweight champion of the world. If she was caught what would happen to her dearest daughter? She loved her and in her heart of hearts, only wanted to see her grow into the woman she could never be.
“Oh, my God! What did I just do?” She paced around his large body leaving bloody footprints everywhere. “Why did you make me do that, huh? What did I just do?”
“You killed his ass,” Gabriella appeared sitting on the sofa. “Now all you gotta do is get out of here without leaving traces.”
“But I can’t leave. They’ll know I was here.”
Gabriella laughed. “You were always so indecisive.”
“Shut up! Shut up!” Yvonna screamed to herself with the bloody knife used to kill Urban still in her hand. “I gotta think. I gotta think things through.”
Gabriella laughed at her. “If you’re thinking anything, this is about to be a long ass night.”
She needed help. But who could she call to help her out of this bind and who would not judge her while simultaneously keeping her secret? Ming? No, she couldn’t call Ming because she’d fuck around and say some dumb shit to get herself smacked, killed and put on the floor right next to Urban. The real Gabriella? No, she couldn’t tell Gabriella because she didn’t know about her lifestyle as a hired killer. Could she call Terrell? No, because once Terrell saw the man lying in his own blood he’d think she went back to her old ways.
No…she needed somebody who could handle death and calm her down at the same time. She needed Bricks. Placing the knife down and taking her cell phone out of her pocket she started dialing. The blood on her hands was drying and becoming sticky.
“Bricks. I…I need your help.” Yvonna said. She could hear the music in his background and figured people were already having a good time at his party.
“Yvonna, you know I’m having my joint tonight. I can’t help you with nothing right now.”
“Bricks, please. I really need you. Can you come to room 2020?” He was hesitant. “Please, baby, I can’t do this alone. Come now and wear a hoodie.”
Bricks heard the fear in her voice and said, “Give me five minutes.”
As she waited on Bricks she looked at the death before her again. If it got out that she killed Urban Greggs not only would people be mad at her, they’d also be mad that she killed the heavyweight champion of the world. She needed to clean up her mess and she needed to do it quick if things were going to work out in her favor.
“Why did you have to hit me?” She asked the dead body pacing the floor again. “And why couldn’t you just let me go?”
“He can’t answer stupid.” Gabriella said. “You killed him remember?”
“Fuck you!”
Gabriella laughed.
As promised Bricks arrived in four minutes and 34 seconds in disguise. Yvonna knew this because she’d been watching the clock on the wall ever since she placed the call. When he walked into the room, he fell up against the wall when he saw the champ on the floor.
“Yvonna, please tell me Urban Greggs is not dead than a mothafucka on the floor.” He said as sweat formed on his head. “Please tell me you ain’t kill the champ.”
Silence.
“Why you not saying nothing?” He asked. “You hear me fuckin’ talking to you? Answer me!”
“You said not to tell you that the champ was dead on the floor, so I ain’t say shit.”
“You playing with me?!”
“I’m not playing with you, Bricks.” She said anxiously. “But you can see with your own eyes that he’s dead. And I need your help.” He paused and stared at the TV for a moment trying to get his thoughts together. “But if you gonna come in here and judge me then just walk back out the fucking door. And don’t worry, nobody will know you were ever here. That’s why I told you to wear that hoodie.”
He thought about leaving her crazy ass the moment he walked through the door but she was his baby, and there was no turning back now. “What happened to your face?”
“He tried to kill me.” She cried. “And I defended myself.”
As if he remembered something he said, “Hold up, what the fuck is you even doing in here with this nigga?”
“Bricks, please! If you don’t want to help just leave!”
Silence.
“I’m in too deep to leave you, plus since I seen this shit, I gotta make sure both of our tracks are covered.” He paused looking at the champion once again, “Okay, who knew you were coming here tonight?”
“Nobody.”
“So Terrell doesn’t know you came here tonight? Ming? Gabriella? None of them bitches?”
“No, none of them knew I was meeting him here tonight.”
“Good. That’s good.” He said moving around so that he could think straight. “Okay what did you touch while you were here?”
“Outside of the knife and the doorknob, I don’t think I’ve touched anything. When I came in I went straight to the couch and the next thing you know he’s hitting me in my face.”
“This nigga actually put his hands on you?” He asked as if he could kill him again. “I can’t believe this shit.”
“It’s true, baby and that’s how it all started.” He stared at her bloody face and softly touched her.
“You did what the fuck you had to do, babes.” Then he started walking around. “Okay this is what we gonna do, we gonna wipe down everything anyway. Then we gonna walk out of this room as if nothing happened.”
Silence.
“I’m with you, baby, but that’s not gonna be enough.”
“What you mean?”
“Somebody is going to have to be framed for the shit. If not, it’s gonna fall back on me.”
“Yvonna, there’s one fucking problem with your plan. We ain’t got nobody to frame.” He paused. “So let’s just get the fuck out while we still can.”
“No,” Yvonna said shaking her head, “I don’t want this shit floating over my head. I need someone to take the fall for this shit. If I don’t Yao is going to kill me.”
“What?”
“I gotta be honest with you, I was supposed to drug him before the fight and kill him afterwards. He killed Yao’s cousin and he’s been after him for some time now. But since he’s dead, baby, if I don’t frame somebody else, he’s going to know I was involved. I can’t have this over my head.”
“You stay getting into shit!”
Just when he said that Yvonna’s head whipped in the direction of the TV. There was a commercial on that held her undivided attention.
“Please don’t hurt me! I’m sorry.” A well-known actress said while standing over a less popular one with a knife.
“You should have thought about that before you crossed me. Now you must die.”
After the dialogue a black screen covered the TV and red words floated in slowly. The name of the movie was ‘Be Careful Who You Cross’, based on the Yvonna Harris story. It was premiering on the Lifetime channel in a few days.
Yvonna was beyond angry. She remembered the day Mora Flasher and Tim Spicer came to the house she shared briefly with Dave to get her story. Now it appeared as if they started the project without her.
“Babe, what
the fuck was that?” Bricks asked upon hearing her name. “They making a movie after you?”
“I don’t want to talk about that!” She snapped. “I gotta stay focused.” She turned the TV off.
“Are you sure you okay with that shit?”
Ignoring him she said, “I got a plan.” Yvonna got on the phone and called Phillip who was holding Carmen in the hotel. “Hey, I need you to bring Carmen upstairs, Urban Greggs wants her.” She told the man. Bricks looked at her suspiciously having heard the name.
“Urban Greggs? Why wouldn’t he ask her to come himself?”
“Because you’ve been holding her for a while that’s why.”
“I don’t know about this.”
“Nigga, do what the fuck I asked and bring the bitch upstairs to room 2020. And if I were you, I wouldn’t say shit about this. You feel me? You don’t know nothing and you ain’t hear nothing.” She slammed the phone down and tried to avoid Brick’s knowing eyes. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Shit just keeps getting worse with you.”
There was a knock at the door and she looked at Bricks seriously. “I need you to follow up on whatever I do okay?”
“Yvonna…”
“Are you gonna fucking help me or not?!” She yelled interrupting his sentence.
“What the fuck I tell you ‘bout yelling at me?”
“I’m sorry, I just want you to know it’s too late. We gotta push forward.” She paused. “Now let me get the door.”
When Yvonna opened the door Phillip was on the other side with Carmen and she snatched her inside of the room. Once she was inside Yvonna hit her in the stomach and followed it up with a few rough blows to her head using her feet. But Carmen wasn’t giving up easily. She fought for all she was worth until Yvonna with all of her special training finally got the best of her. Carmen was lying on the carpet before the wig that rested on her head flew off causing Yvonna to laugh hysterically.
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