Author's POV

Laura has been searching for her friend Sana.

She tries not to cry, but she can't help herself.

Sana told them how much she needed their help, but both of them refused.

They were used to her missions but never in their lives did they understand that this mission was serious.

Both of them stayed and waited. They waited for hours, but she never came.

They told themselves, "She is fine; she must be late," but they were wrong.

She wasn't late. She was taken.

Both of them fought and challenged each other over who would find her first.

They have been looking, but all in vain.

Laura has checked every way and found nothing; at the same time Julie has been working and—without telling Laura—she is going to meet some people who can help her, or more like help him: her hidden identity, "H King."

She regrets taking it lightly. She regrets it from deep inside because she knows that if she had listened, Sana would be safe and sound, talking and laughing with them.

Her men tell her there's going to be a mafia meeting and the man who kidnapped Sana is also from the mafia.

The fire inside her is begging to be released.

Julie knows she will do anything and go to any extent just to save her childhood bestie.

Setting her guns down and pulling a mask over her face, she ties the laces of her boots.

Her hijab is hidden under her hood and her face under her mask.

She calls his driver but stops and thinks for a moment.

"She will go alone," she tells herself. No one will know — it's her duty. She can't do this to her team. She has given them some days to relax and they are happy because they are enjoying time with their families.

Comforting herself about going alone and not disturbing others, she walks outside and locks her home behind her.

This is just another mission; she will do it on her own. Nothing is complicated, and she is, in fact, thrilled to fight at full force — with no one stopping her from using her techniques and having some fun.

Julie knows the fight that took place between two besties when they find out the other is taken was important. Julie can't let Laura be endangered when she can save Sana on her own.

That fight was important.

Unfortunately, Julie has chosen the dark but short way to reach her destiny.

Jumping from roof to roof and jogging through the streets, she finds herself only a few blocks away when two cars pull around her. A group of men step out, looking drunk.

"Hey man! Do you know who I am?" one of them steps forward and says. By his look and aura, he is their leader for sure.

"Tsk, tsk — or do you know whose area you’re standing on?" he says after a moment, laughing ironically.

"This man here thinks he can come and go without us noticing." Another steps out and places a hand on her shoulder while saying this.

The group of drunk men around her burst out laughing as if he just told a joke, while she stands there, awkward but calm.

She thinks for a few seconds about what she should do next. She asks herself the same two questions again and again. Should she fight them or should she run away and head to the meeting?

The latter seems better — her friend is more important than showing these punks who she really is. Even the thought of showing herself rings a bell of satisfaction, but she needs her bestie back.

She glances around slowly so they won’t think she is trying to escape. Then she makes her move.

In the next moment she jumps and climbs the wall.

All of them stop laughing and pull their guns out.

Some of them start chasing her by climbing the wall too, while others take the cars and pursue her.

Climbing wall after wall, jumping from roof to roof, she keeps moving, searching for signs that she has lost them — but she never does.

They know this place better than her. She feels as if they are targeting her from all directions.

Not long after, she finds herself trapped in the middle of nowhere.

Their cars stop right in front of her, blocking her path. Men close in from behind, while two long walls on either side form a cage.

She curses under her breath and then whispers, Astaghfirullah.

Now what? she asks herself. Only one answer: she needs to get out fast. Her friend needs her, and here she is — trapped in some hellhole.

How could she not realize they were luring her? She questions her abilities as an investigator. The word "investigator" rings in her head and makes her smile, remembering how many times she has done this before.

She looks up at them, ready to say something cool about herself, when they attack.

She starts fighting — the part of investigating she loves the most. She knows they want her alive, because they could have shot her if they wanted to, but they didn’t. That means they have realized she is one of "H King."

Only if they knew: the girl they’re fighting with is not just a member of H King. She is H King.

The H King everyone fears.

In the middle of the fight she takes off running. For a moment she thinks she has lost them, but then two gunshots ring out and hit her.

She stumbles, takes a turn, and crashes into what she thinks is a wall.

But it’s not a wall — it’s a man, Her Cousin, Her soon to be betrothed.

And now he is holding her unconscious figure in his two warm and gentle hands.