📢❗🚨 CONTENT WARNING: this chapter contains some gore and gross talk!
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She stepped back, wiping her hands on her apron, and tilted her head as she observed the contrast. The dark, grimy alleyway and the weathered dumpster stood in stark contrast to the bright pink goodie bag. The sight made her laugh softly.
"There was no way in hell he would miss it."
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The week had passed with an almost surreal sense of normalcy for her. After placing the goodie bag on the dumpster, she'd rushed to the alley the next morning, heart racing with anticipation as though it were Christmas morning.
When she saw the pink package gone, she danced around like a middle school play—he'd taken it!
(AU: someone else could've taken it bbygurl "( – ⌓ – )=3).
Business, however, remained slow.
She spent most of her days surrounded by silence, the hum of her phone playing the news.
Her eyes would drift toward the screen, scrolling through stories about mysterious gang takedowns happening across the city. Every report made her heart skip with excitement. It's him. It's gotta be him.
The streets outside were dark, save for the occasional flicker of passing headlights. Y/N stood at the workbench, dusting her hands with flour as she prepared dough to rise overnight. The rhythmic motions of kneading were soothing, her mind drifting as she worked.
A strand of hair fell into her face, tickling her cheek. She huffed, blowing it away, only for it to settle back in the same spot.
"You've got to be kidding me," she muttered, as she used the back of her wrist to nudge the loose hair behind her ear, careful to keep the flour on her hands away from her hair.
Brinnggg!!!
The bell above the door chimed.
Her head snapped up, heart leaping. A customer? This late? She quickly grabbed the bag of flour she'd been using, her rolling pin wedged into the top, and rushed to the front.
She placed the flour bag and rolling pin on the counter behind the register without thinking, turning toward the door with a wide, eager smile.
Her smile faltered.
Four men lounged lazily at the counter, dragon tattoos winding up their arms.
The Purple Dragons.
Their presence felt like an oil spill on clean water.
Y/N stiffened, her fingers twitching at her sides. She could feel their eyes on her—gross and invasive, crawling over her like ants.
She forced a smile, her voice a little too bright to cover her unease. "Welcome! What can I get for you today?"
The men glanced at each other, smirking like they shared an inside joke. One of them stepped forward, leaning against the counter with a predatory grin. "What ya' got here?" he asked mockingly, his eyes scanning the run down bakery.
Her shoulders tensed. "I...I've got cupcakes," she said, her voice steady, though her hands trembled slightly as she gripped the edge of her apron. "They're not exactly fresh, but they're still good..."
One of the men chuckled, the sound low and predatory. "Cupcakes, huh?" he said, dragging the word out like he was tasting it on his tongue.
He leaned against the counter, smirking. "Nah, sweetheart, we ain't here for cupcakes. We're here to talk business." His grin widened, a dangerous glint in his eye that made her stomach churn.
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