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

Meeting Time (Ch.12)

⚠️Small mentions of Slavery/Domestic abuse/vomit⚠️

Y/n POV:

The hot water coming from the showerhead blessed me with scorching kisses. Hot showers were my pride and joy, especially after a long day. It would melt my troubles and worries away But this shower would be more enjoyable if my mind didn't keep wandering into thinking about that stupid Austria man.

I won't lie, I was the one who initiated the fight. The guy was only trying to do his job but I refuse to be bossed around, I'm not going through that again. But that man...

I hate that shit he pulled in the gym today. Not because he embarrassed me in front of the crowd, life is full of embarrassments, but because he made me feel the one thing I dread the most...

Weakness...

Konig POV:

It was 6:28 pm, I was outside the captain's office with Soap and Horangi behind me, who were talking about the fight between Y/n and me

"No way! She kicked him in the baby maker?" Soap asked Horangi in a quiet tone despite the fact I could still hear him.

"I swear I saw it with my own eyes. You can ask Ghost, he was there too." Horangi whispered back to him. Those two are terrible at gossiping. I rolled my eyes hard as they keep chatting.

"The one day I get an upset stomach and I missed the most epic fight," Soap whined.

"Don't worry, maybe someone remembered to record it. Just around"

The door to Price's office began to open, which caught all of our attention. "Gentleman, I'm glad you came come on in." Prince invited us in with a small smile.

The meeting didn't start just yet, we had to wait for a few more arrivals. Gaz came in around 6:35 pm, then Ghost arrived at 6:38 pm. There was one more person left. The door soon opened to reveal Y/n, but her appearance was different.

I took note of her new hairstyle, she was a sleeveless black crop top that hugged her body and grey jeans. I will admit, she is kinda cute -wait, what the fuck am I thinking? This is the same girl who kicked me in the balls and taunted me earlier today.

I saw her approach the chair directly across from me and sat down, she didn't even glance in my direction. Her entire focus was on the big screen. The captain awkwardly coughs before questioning the girl.

"Would you mind telling me why you're late, Y/n?"

"Because I was detangling my hair." She said flatly, at least she was honest.

"Do you really believe your hair is more important than this mission?" Ghost said with an annoyed tone.

"My hair is so unique that your ancestors used it as chair cushions."

My jaw dropped under my mask as I eyed the woman across from me, speaking to the Lt with such a response. Everyone else was dumbfounded and silent as well, they had no say in this. Ghost, whose eyes widen, laid back on his chair before turning his eyes to the big screen.

Y/n POV:

After the moment of silence, Price sighed and continued to talk about his findings. He pulled up photos of what looked like receipts. They were in Russian for the most part but except for word, I was only able to make out.

Scarlet. The name sounds familiar.

"This is what the CIA tech team managed to decipher for the false. It's a catalog of receipts made by the S.Ws." Price introduced, "It has all the locations, dates, and times of each purchase they made with underground gangs. Looks like their the Mafia's number customer. "