A Queen fit for a King - (König X Black Reader)

Fight Club (Ch. 9)

Konig POV:

It was 3:42 pm. Me and Horangi walked into the gym room, wearing work clothes consisting of a black tank top and grey sweatpants.

As we approach the door of the gym, there was a commotion going on. It sounded more like yelling and cheering. We instantly what was going down. There was a sparring match happening, it seems like an intense one as well.

Horangi and I both nodded to each other and opened the door. There was a huge crowd surrounding the boxing ring. Ironically enough, I couldn't see the fight from my view. There were too many people standing behind the ropes of the
Ring.
"I think it is two women fighting," Horangi said as he tried to get a clear view of the fight.

I excused my way through the crowd, which wasn't an issue at all. Being a tall guy has its perks sometimes, no one tries to fuck with you. I don't really like the "intimidating" image I bring on people, but it's effective when it needs to be.

As I finally to the ring, I saw the fight clear as day. My mouth was agape as I saw the sparring partners. It was Y/n pinning down a girl around her age. What the hell is she doing her? Does Price know about her whereabouts?

Y/n POV:

"Yield!" I said to the woman I pinned down by the arm. "Yield right fucking NOW!"

She let out a desperate but weak scream as I tighten the grip on her arm even more.

"Fine... I yield"

"Now was that so hard." I let go of her, but as she tried to get up I stomped on her back keeping her on the ground

"Next time, you'll think this before talking about my hair. Do we have an understanding?"

The bitch wheezed a "Yes" and I took my foot off her and watched her friends try to get out of the ring. I feel like that was enough workouts for one day. It's been days and Price still hasn't got an update on the wolves.

If only I allowed access to the internet, I would have broken down every file in that drive. As I was drinking, I sensed heavy footsteps coming up to me from behind. Could it be another challenger? I don't mind taking down one more punching bag for today.

As the person grabs my shoulder, I spin around with a swift kick to their groin. The man collapse and curl up into a ball as he hug his lower waist as I got into a fighting stance. He started yelling in a different language, which I think was German. When he looked up, I was met with a murderous glare, I immediately recognize his face- well..mask.

It was the bastard Tree man, or as his crew calls him, Konig.