Violent Heart d9 CBD

I'm kind of a cliché you know?

'Cute little thing standing at 5'4'' constantly covered in flour turns out to be not as good as she appears.' I'm sure that's on the back of some teen fiction rotting away somewhere.

I been working at this bakeshop since I was nine and finally bought it off Nella last year. "It's a boomin' business Violent."

She didn't have to tell me that, I knew.

I was getting up at two am every morning for the last four years to bake the bread but now I got my own apprentice and she does that shit for me. Now I focus on the more important stuff, like the pounds of cocaine that come through at night, sealed tightly in flour sacks and then gets dispersed through the district and the weed grow-op in the basement.

Don't think Nella was thinking about that when she said it was boomin'. Pretty sure I'm making it boom in all the wrong ways.

I stand behind the counter in the morning, dusting pastries with icing sugar, smiling at my regulars and grabbing their cakes. I know which ones need the special pasties from the back, which ones want the loaves kept under the counter, heavy as bricks.

I've always been petite, pretty. Growing up in the orphanage, the matrons used to say I'd make a popular whore one day. That shit ain't for me though, if they wanna fuck with me, they'll pay, yeah.

Not like that.