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It wasn’t every day that Poppylan made a special request. She had a massive craving for those delectable red velvet cupcakes from the Ares Street Bakery. She loved how every morsel of the crimson colored cake promised her decadence. The cream and butter that swirled around as she happily indulged in the treat made it even more satisfying.
She was sitting at her apartment, working from home and could not keep her mind off of them. Sure, she could try to make her own cupcakes but that would require going to the store and buying the ingredients. Then she would have to actually make them and given the tight deadline to submit her edits, she just didn’t have the time.
Tora was not a fan of her venturing out into the city by herself, even in the middle of the day with her cute little pink taser. But gosh darnit, she wanted a cupcake! Going over her options, she thought about the possible outcomes. If she took a rideshare there, that would be too expensive. If she took the bus down there, she would risk the possibility of getting lost.
But if Tora went…
It was the end of the week, on a Friday at exactly 2:01 PM when Tora was in the middle of beating the shit out of someone in a dark “abandoned” warehouse owned by Balthuman Industries and his phone rang. He gestured at Pinky and Gyu to keep going.
He rolled his eyes. Without checking who it was, he answered the call.
“Yeah, what do ya want?” He barked into the phone. Whoever it was that was calling had better have a good fucking excuse for interrupting his work.
Poppy frowned at her phone as she pulled away from the angry voice from her ear. What the heck got his hamster printed boxers in a twist?
“Oh I-I’m s-sorry. I didn’t know you were working. I’ll let you go now.” Poppy said before almost hanging up.
Tora looked at his phone in disbelief that he had just answered a phone like an asshole to the one person who was always the exception. When he saw that “Bobby” was still connected, he took a heavy gulp and walked away from the other asshole who was wriggling around in a chair like a worm on a hook and the men who were landing blows on his face.
“Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to yell at ya. Ya right, I am at work but ya know I always got time for ya.” Tora recovered smoothly, glowering at all three men, willing them to keep their traps shut.
A wave of relief came over Poppy, glad that she wasn’t the source of his foul mood.
“Well, it’s no big deal but, I was wondering if you could pick up a red velvet cupcake for me at the bakery when you get done with work?” Poppy asked hopefully to her boyfriend.
“Sure I’ll get ya a red velvet cupcake. Ya goin’ on another one of ya hamster feedin’ frenzies, Bobby?” Tora teased, grinning, his back against the mess that was taking place behind him.
A harsh grunt pulled him from his little distraction.
“Hold on one second, Bobby.” Tora advised, stabbing the mute button so she couldn’t hear the conversation.
He turned around and the man who was tied to the chair was now still tied to said chair but had tipped over.
“Oh for fucks sakes.” Tora snarled as Gyu and Pinky blanched, fully aware of their folly. The dark warehouse suddenly felt pitch black. He stomped over as he plucked out a cigarette from his nearly empty carton and lit it.
“Ronzo, Pinky. How many fuckin’ times do I have to tell ya not to tip ‘em over? We wanna rough ‘em up, not get them sent to the hospital with a goddamn concussion!” Tora admonished the two, taking a drag of his cigarette.
“I think my rib is broken!” The hostage cried out in pain.
“Shut the fuck up, asshole. Ya can walk it off.” Tora reprimanded him, angry as fuck that he thought he had the right to talk. If he paid his shit on time, the only thing he’d have to worry about is dying from a heart attack from how fuckin’ fat he was.
“I’ve got Bobby on the phone. Lift this guy back up. I think we’re done here anyways.” Tora ordered.
“Oh, tell her we say hi.” Gyu casually said as he took one side of the chair and Pinky took the other, lifting the guy to a more comfortable sitting position.
“Now. Quiet.” Tora warned as he took her off of mute.
“Anyways, as you were sayin’ sweetheart? Ya want some cupcakes, yeah?” Tora cooed.
Poppy was extremely excited at this point. Nodding her head like he could see her, she continued.
“I would love one, or two, ooooooor maybe a baker's dozen from the Ares Street Bakery.” She said, a smile plastered on her face as she stretched and walked over to her sliding glass door to get some fresh air.
“Ah. Christ. Sorry to tell ya sweetheart. But that bakery is closed down temporarily. I can find a different one though, ya know of any other ones around?” Tora asked, waiting for that cute small huff of disapproval.
Pinky yell whispered “Dude! Tell her we say hi, Big Bro!”
Tora rolled his eyes and waved the kid off, nodding his head like he got the mother fuckin’ point.
“Oh the guys say hi, wanted me to tell ya.” Tora said as Poppy giggled.
“Tell them I say hi back.” Before she could continue, she heard Tora tell them that she said “Hi back.” It always made her feel so warm to know that Tora’s guys cared about her too! She felt bad that she was irritated for a split second over something she knew she could bake. They all worked really hard. Cupcakes from the store it was. It was fine. She could share the wealth and make some for the guys too. Gyu was practically drooling last time she dropped them off to him.
She could just buy more for less. She sighed.
“That’s fine Tora. Don’t worry about it. Maybe another day.” She said, unaware of the raging panic that seared through him at the term “that’s fine.”
He may have not been one for words. But he knew that when a woman, his woman, said that something was “fine” it was definitely not fine.
“Listen. Tora, I have to go. I love you, I’ll see you later.” Poppy said as she went back inside, slipping on her flats to go to the corner store.
“Love ya too, Bobby.” Tora said on the other end, stabbing the end call button.
Fuck.
“God dammit.” Tora breathed out, his free hand scrubbing his face. Of all the fucking places he had to place rodents in, it was the one place his hamster had a fuckin’ craving for.
“What's the matter, Big Bro?” Gyu asked, taking a breath from heaving the guy in the chair upwards. He dragged his hand across his forehead, wiping the sweat from his brow. God damn that guy was a lardass.
Pinky chimed in too, “Yeah. Now what? The big boss give ya a hard time?”
“It was Bobby. I already told ya that.” Tora snapped. Irritated that no one paid attention to what he had already said.
Pinky was wearing a shit eating grin. “Yeah I know. She’s the big boss, is she not?” Pinky asked as Tora flung his keys towards him.
“Shut the fuck up. Now’s a time to be serious. She needs a red satin cupcake and well she wants it from the goddamn Ares St. Bakery.” Tora explained as he took another drag of the cigarette whose nicotine was failing him tremendously.
“Ah shit. Ain't that the-” Gyu asked before Tora cut him off.
“Yeah that’s the fuckin’ one. Anyways. I need to get her cupcakes. She said it was fine-” To which all three of the other men in the warehouse winced. Even the guy tied up seemed to have sympathy for the man who just beat him to a bloody pulp.
“Yeah. I know. Fuck. She sounded so pissed.” Tora said, stomping the cigarette from under his steel toed boot. Then a thought came to him. He narrowed in on his prey one more time. Giving him one last chance to redeem himself.
“Oi. Fuckface.” Tora bellowed, the words echoing through the warehouse. He walked towards the man with bruises on his lips, eyes and face. Fuckin’ hell, his whole face was one big bruise. Him and the guys did good work. He’ll have to pay Gyu and Pinky extra! Shaking himself from his pride and lighting up another cigarette, Tora gave the man a cool and detached grin.
“Ya know any good bakeries in town? Tora asked.
“Um. It..de-depends.” The man answered, heart feeling like it was going to give out and not because he had stuffed his face with a loaded baked potato two hours prior. That was such a good potato too. It was perfect, fluffy and holy shit those bacon bits!
“Well…what does it depend on?” Tora huffed out.
Squaring his shoulders, or as much as he could in his bound state, the guy answered “What kind of cupcakes is she looking for? Vegan? Gluten Free? Regular? Sugar Free?”
“It’s a fuckin’ cupcake. Just pure sugar! Shit what did she say it was? Red..Violet? The red violet cake.”
“Red Velvet?” Gyu asked, remembering when Miss. Poppy offered him one of her homemade cupcakes last month.
“Yeah. Red Velvet.” Tora agreed, brandishing the gun in their direction, his head down as he took a breath.
“Relax, the safety is on.” Tora chuckled darkly as he caught the look on their faces.
“Well, if she wants just a red velvet cupcake that's non-specialty, there is a place that’s just outside of the city. It's called “Sinful Sweets and Treats”. The guy explained casually as Pinky and Gyu started to untie him.
“Ya not sendin’ me on a wild goose chase, right? Because if I find out that ya did just to get away, ya gonna be findin’ yaself gettin’ fit for cement shoes, ya follow?” Tora asked seriously.
“Nah, Sam’s telling the truth, Boss. I looked it up. Sinful Sweets and Treats. It’s by the near end of the city. Over by that Italian place, The Olive Grove. The one with the breadsticks.” Gyu said as he held his phone in his hand. If they were going all the way over there, he’d be down for some soup and salad.
“Yeah, that’s the one!” Sam panted as he stood up, one hand on the chair, the other holding his broken rib.
“Oh the place with the Tour of Italian Culture? Yo. That place hits the spot. I took Dene there last-”
“Everyone quiet. Especially you, Steve!” Tora thundered.
“It’s Sam!” All three of them corrected before slamming their jaws shut at the dark look Tora had on his face.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do. Pinky here, is gonna drop ya off at the hospital where ya gonna tell em ya ran into a pole or some shit.” Tora explained as Pinky and Gyu propped the fat bastard between them, him relying on their shoulders.
“Ronzo, ya gonna go with me to get cakes.” Tora ordered, surveying his audience.
Pinky and Gyu looked around Sam who was fading fast, shrugged at each other and nodded in agreement.
“Good. Let’s go.”
Meanwhile on the other side of town, Poppy was perusing the aisle of the corner market. With just a handful of items on her list, she grabbed the eggs, the cake mix, those cute little cupcake sleeves decorated with cupcake prints, and at the last minute, strawberries and whipped cream.
As she was wrung up with her total, she pulled out her wallet and found a fifty in there that Tora must have stuck in when she wasn’t looking. She rolled her eyes with a smile tugging at her lips.
“Total is 20.31.” Ben said as he eyed the fifty in her hand, then looking back up at her.
“Keep the change Ben.” Poppy said as she handed over the large bill.
“Thanks, Poppy.”
Poppy nodded as she bagged her supplies and walked out of the store. She hummed to herself on the way back to her apartment, excited for the cupcakes. She knew Tora would have done it if he could. He’d probably move all of heaven and earth if that meant he could get it for her. He calls her a sweetheart, but he’s the one that is just a big softy.
“Oi, Fuckface. Next time ya wanna take out a loan with Vince, don’t. Let this be a word of caution. Or else next time, it’s either a bullet to ya brain or cement shoes. I don’t ever wanna see ya face again.”
Sam grunted as he heaved himself into the back of Pinky’s van.
“Gee bro. Someone is turning soft.” Gyu teased as they got into the car, Pinky driving off.
“Shut the fuck up. Let's go get some of these cakes. Put it in the GPS. Sooner we get there, the sooner we can call it a day.” Tora said as Gyu put in the address, destination in mind.
Poppy was humming along in her little kitchen when she heard a knock at the door. With the ingredients swimming in the bowl, waiting to be stirred, she looked through the peephole and Erdene was standing there.
Gripping the bowl against her hip, she opened the door with her free hand.
“Dene! What are you doing here?! Come in!” Poppy gestured, opening the door wider.
“Ugh. I swear I need some chocolate or something. Whatcha makin?” Dene asked as she came inside and toed off her shoes, closing the door behind her.
“Oh, just some red velvet cupcakes. I was wanting one from the bakery down by Ares St, but Tora said it was shut down temporarily for whatever reason. Not quite sure why. Anyways. I decided to make some myself.” Poppy explained as she went back into the kitchen.
“Bitch, it's like you read my mind. Bake those suckers up post haste! You always make the best ones.” Erdene complimented Poppy as she busied herself looking for the wine.
“Well then you’re in luck! I was thinking of making some for the guys too! They’re always working so hard.”
“You know what, Poppy? You spoil them. Gyu, Brian and Pinky were horking them down a few days ago when they came over for game night.” Erdene giggled as she found Poppy’s wine.
“I know I do. But to be fair, I ask a lot from them. Sometimes, I don’t even know how they do it. It’s like I whisper something to the universe and it magically appears. It’s like when the laundry fairy shows up for Tora and all of the sudden he has more cute boxers to choose from. Or for that matter, blood. I played it off thinking it was ketchup. But sometimes, he gets these stress nosebleeds, I just didn’t want him to get embarrassed. You know how sensitive he can be.” Poppy admitted.
“Bro, ya don’t gotta go so fuckin’ fast. It’s only 2:30, it doesn’t close until 5, man.” Gyu pointed out to Tora who was driving like a bat out of hell, the speedometer going way past the 65 MPH sign they ripped past.
“Shut the fuck up. I gotta get these to her. I didn’t like how she sounded on the phone. Last fuckin’ thing I need is for her to go on strike. She always somehow does my laundry perfectly. My balls don’t chafe when she does it. Also, she got the blood out of my work shirt a few days ago. She was so cute, thought it was ketchup or some shit. I’ve had that same fuckin’ stain on there for almost two years from when I had to beat up some asshole.” Tora explained as the memory of her holding the shirt open for him to inspect it, a beautiful smile on her face when he nodded and raised his brows which turned into a different form of appreciation had him glazing over momentarily.
“Turn left at River Road” The GPS chirped.
Nodding, Gyu understood the predicament. As they turned at River Road, the beacon of sweet redemption was standing tall from the sign that read “ Sinful Sweets and Treats” with a little devil holding a cupcake.
It reminded Tora of Poppylan. She was quite the little devil. Always playing innocent. She knows what she does to him when she blinks up at him with her beautiful, chocolate eyes. Thinking back to a few weeks ago when they were in the kitchen and she was baking those tasty strawberry shortcake biscuits that have the strawberry bits in the mix, Tora started to glaze over at the memory. She had taken the can of whipped cream and delicately placed it on the crook of her neck, inviting him for a taste.
“Big Bro. We’re here.” Gyu said as Tora absent mindedly parked.
They both unfolded themselves from the car once it was turned off and went inside the bakery.
When the door chimed, Mason came back into the bakery store front. His heart stopped as a colossal man and his friend came in. If this was a robbery, he was fucked. All he had to offer was $30 in cash from the till and $5 from the lame excuse of a tip jar. Sure he could offer cupcakes or whatever sweets they wanted, but something was telling him that the man with the dark skin and the darker look on his face wasn’t here for sinfully sweet chocolate. Preparing to strike up a deal, Mason took a deep breath and plastered on a smile.
“How can I help you?” Mason asked, making sure that the precipitation he felt on his body was coming from his sweat glands on his legs and not from between his legs.
“Got any of that Red Velvetine?” Tora asked as he surveyed the pastry counter, frowning, not seeing anything red other than strawberries dipped in chocolate.
“He means red velvet.” Gyu chuckled, enjoying the look on the baker's face. Probably wasn’t every day a greek god with a glock came in to get cupcakes. He knew Tora could be pretty, no, is pretty intimidating to people who didn’t know him.
Shit. Mason was absolutely FUCKED. He just sold the last one not more than 20 minutes ago. So this is how he was gonna die. Well, at least he won't have to watch after his neighbors stupid cat this weekend, he thought.
“Well, I don’t have any of those, but I do have vanilla, lemon, ma-” Mason explained as he gestured to the display, hoping to whatever bakery god or goddess or, shit, even the fuckin’ demon that he had as a mascot could hear him. At this point, he’d sell his soul to get these guys out if he made it out alive.
Tora cut him off, irritated. “I don’t need those. I need red velvet. Now, what's it gonna take for me to get one?” He asked seriously as he started thumbing out large bills. Bobby was worth every penny. If this mother fucker said five hundred, he’d pay him six hundred.
Mason nodded. Well, maybe not all hope is lost. “I can shut this place down and make some for you. But it’s gonna take a while.” He explained.
“Good. I’ll be back in an hour. How much for a baker's dozen?” Tora asked, stopping to wait for the amount.
“Oh. Um. Each cupcake is $5. So times that by 13 and you get..”
“65. Got it.” Tora nodded as he whipped out a hundred dollar bill.
Mason stumbled around and decided not to tell the scary mother fucker and his scrawny ginger partner in crime–or bed–or both; he wasn’t judging, that there was tax involved. It was only a measly three dollars difference. Who needed the extra money when your life was on the line anyways?
Before he could get the change out, the large man with the eyes that glowed like a goddamn tiger waved him off and told him to “keep the change.”
“Oi, Ronzo, wanna go to that Olive Grove place while we wait? Don’t wanna sit here for an hour. ‘Sides, this guy here don’t need distractions.”
Gyu nodded enthusiastically. Fuck yeah!
“Yeah Big Bro. I’d kill for some of that shit!”
Mason's skin paled, his mouth going dry as the looming threat came back in full force.
“We’ll be back in an hour. 13 cupcakes. And if it ain't ready, there’s gonna be a different type of baker's dozen goin’ through here.” Tora said as he tapped his holster, making his way outside.
“God. You can be such an ass, Bro.” The ginger, apparently named Ronzo replied, as Mason quickly locked up behind him, getting his ass to work and those guys out of his hair as soon as humanly possible.
“Oh my god, Dene! These cupcakes look ah-mazing ! I’m just going to stick them in the cooler for a few minutes so I can get the frosting on them!” Poppy said as she took the batch from the oven to her refrigerator.
The small apartment smelled like her own personal bakery. While Tora may not have a sweet tooth for the most part, he always hummed in delight when he walked into her place after she got done baking. Hopefully, he would be able to get here quick enough to at least enjoy the smell, she thought as she went back to editing a page for the next magazine set to hit stores next weekend. There was a section in there about a new bakery that opened up just outside of town. She giggled at the name, “Sinfully Sweets and Treats”. The owner sounded so proud of his new adventure. She couldn’t blame him. She knew what it was like to start fresh.
“What the fuck was I thinking?” Mason spat as his economy sized kitchen aid spun the red cocoa powder, eggs, among other ingredients around. He wanted to throw up. God it looked like blood. Blood that could very well be his in the next 50 minutes. He spent all of his life savings to open this place. He groaned. Fuck! His article about his new bakery was going to be in the magazine.
He practically cried with relief when the oven was set at the same time that the ingredients were done being mixed.
“Oh thank fuck!” He shouted as he ran to get the cupcake pan. One by one, as fast as his fat fingers could fly, he placed the gooey red batter into each separate tin round with liners. As soon as all 20 were filled, making more than just 13 because fuck him if someone else came in looking for them, he placed them in the oven, stabbing the numbers for the timer to be set for 30 minutes.
Mason made up an easy cream cheese frosting and put it into the cooler for it to set. He took a shaky breath, giving himself a minute to relax after having 3 years shaved off of his life.
Poppy took the cupcakes out of the refrigerator; they were cool to the touch and ready for frosting. She whipped the cream cheese, the vanilla extract, a few cups of powdered sugar, unsalted butter and a pinch of salt.
“Here girl. Have a drink.” Erdene said as she lazily poured Poppy a glass of wine. “Don’t forget that you work hard too.”
Poppy pulled the glass of wine up to her lips and let the merlot crash into her taste buds. “Mmmm…you’re right. I do work hard, don’t I? I always forget sometimes that it’s ok to just take a step back and relax. I don’t necessarily want to get drunk but a glass of wine won't hurt, will it?”
Stirring it with relaxation, Poppy indulged in her baking atmosphere. It was so peaceful. Dene was just sitting on the couch, having her own glass of wine. The apartment still smelled amazing and goodness this frosting was coming along splendidly. She took a sample of it with a deft flick of her pointer finger and tasted it.
Perfection!
Mason was gonna get absolutely SHITFACED tonight. Fuck the neighbors cat if he makes it out alive. Once these guys got their cupcakes, he was gonna go home and hit the sauce so hard. He didn’t give two shits if closing down early was good for business or not. What was good for business? Getting to see the next day!
The timer went off and he grabbed the cupcakes from the oven like his life depended on it. He placed them in the cooler and then reached to taste the frosting. Goddamn it was good. He really outdid himself this time, he thought.
Taking another few steadying breaths, Mason went back over to the cooler and tasted a cupcake. Oh fuck yeah. These were good. The best he had ever made probably. All it took was some butt puckering moments of his life flashing before his eyes.
Before he knew it, he was done with frosting all of the cupcakes. He stood back, rather proud of his work. Then his safety bubble burst once again as the large ass guy and his partner came knocking on the door.
“That was actually pretty tasty. Gotta take Bobby there sometime. What do ya say, you, me, bobby, that marigold chick ya been seeing, we go there sometime.” Tora said as they strode out of The Olive Grove and made their way over to the bakery.
“Her name is Maribelle, Bro. Not Marigold.” Gyu reminded Tora. Seriously, what was it with this guy and names? In most parts of his fucked up brain, it was a steel trap but when it came to names? Jesus. No wonder he calls most girls sweetheart and most guys fuckface. Although now with Miss. Poppy around, Tora didn’t call anyone sweetheart except for her. He just didn’t give a fuck about learning new names. What a dick!
“Ah yeah. It’s Maribelle. Gotta learn that and get it right.” Tora agreed. If he was ever gonna survive Bobby and her hamster fury, he’d hope to see the day that she would agree to be his always. Probably it wouldn't be a good idea to keep forgetting Maripole's name. He was such a dick.
He gave the door a friendly knock and looked in, amused that the baker had finished and admiring his work. He had seen the same look on Poppylan before. What wouldn’t be admirable if ya gave someone only 60 minutes to make some cupcakes.
He was even proud of the baker. Maybe he’d give him an extra tip for being so professional and on time.
Mason counted down the moments and steps it took for him to make his way over to the door to let the dark man, who seemed to be in a better mood. He still approached the door hesitantly as he unlocked it and pulled the door handle in his direction.
Tora nodded as Gyu followed behind, his eyes narrowing in on the curious dessert. HUH. It really was red. He snorted. Fuckin’ figures.
“What's so funny bro?” Gyu asked as Tora was chuckling, looking at the decadent crimson hued dessert from each side. Even the frosting was placed delicately on the top of each cake. Nothing was out of place!
Mason was panicking. The big mother fucker was circling the tasty treats like a goddamn shark! What did he do wrong? Was that a good laugh?
“Ronzo…the cake is red. The little hamster wants to take a bite outta something red.” Tora said with amusement seeping out like an overflowing cupcake tin.
A hamster? These are for rodents? This was a non-pet friendly recipe. This hamster was surely going to get sick and die.
“Um, sir.” Mason spoke up, not trusting his voice.
Tora and Gyu whipped around, meeting Mason's gaped stare.
“Yeah?” Tora asked, unsure what this guy wanted. Why wasn’t he packing them up yet in the box? The clock was ticking.
“These aren’t for pets….” Mason explained.
The dark man and Ronzo whipped their heads back in laughter.
“Christ. I know that. It’s for my woman. Now, go ahead and pack these up. Gotta get these to her.” Tora ordered as Mason went for his biggest box that could fit up to 13 for those who ordered the bakers dozen.
“What are the extra ones for?” Gyu asked, eyeing them, wanting his own. He worked hard today, dammit! He wanted a few cupcakes for himself, unaware of the baking at Poppy's place.
“Oh, these are extras for the other customers. Unless you wanted them?” Mason asked, hoping they would say no.
Ronzo studied the man. He looked hella fuckin’ tired. Fine. He would just wait until Poppy made hers again. But fuck if he knew when the hell that was gonna be. Goddammit. They looked really good too.
“OK, Dene! Say Cheese!” Poppy laughed as her and her friend had the plate of finished cupcakes in their hands, ready to take a selfie.
When the camera flicked and flashed, Poppy took a look at it, inspecting it to make sure she didn’t have any flour or anything on her baking escapade remaining. Erdene inspected too.
“Damn girl, no wonder Tora calls you sugar ti-” Erdene said before getting cut off.
“Oh my god. That was one time. He didn’t know you were here.” Poppy blushed.
“Yeah. Sure it was one time.” Erdene teased, knowing full well that Tora has an insatiable taste for Poppy’s ass and tits. She secretly wondered if there was a backup of the day he took that risque photo of her on the train somewhere in his files for when he had to go on jobs.
“And send!” Poppy said as she sent the picture to Damien and Tora with the caption of “Made our own with extras for anyone else. XOXO!”
Pinky was sitting in his apartment when he received the text from Miss. Poppy, he was a little taken aback. Putting Mario Kart on pause with Brian and Louis, he looked at it. FUCK YEAH! Something triggered in the back of his mind. A distant memory of sorts. No matter though. He typed in a quick text to Erdene to bring him some.
“OK, Boys! Back to work! Fuck you, Wario!” Pinky yelled as he unpaused the game, yeeting a blue shell into Brian who was racing as the Evil Mario.
Tora and Gyu got the box full of cupcakes as Tora dropped a fifty into the tip jar, nodding at the baker who had come to his rescue. He was still fully unaware of Poppy’s cupcakes that she had made herself.
“Don’t forget to lock up when its time to go home. There’s some shady ass people out there, kid. And thanks for the cakes.“ Tora said as Mason opened the door for them, Ronzo just nodded in likeness.
“No problem. Ha-have a good night!” Mason said, stumbling over the words as his heart stumbled over itself. He locked the door, just as the man had said, before running to the bathroom so he could shit himself in peace.
“Man, you really are a softy.” Gyu teased as Tora rolled his eyes. So fuckin’ what if he was a little soft? Bobby made him a better man. Not much better but better by a degree. Gyu could go fuck himself. Choosing to ignore Gyu’s statement, he got in the car and passed the cupcakes over to Gyu who was sitting in the passenger’s seat.
“Lets go.” Tora said as the engine roared to life as Gyu protected the cupcakes like his life depended on it.
“Oh my god. These are so good, Dene!” Poppy said in between bites. She really did outdo herself this time.
Then, there was a knock at her door.
“Dene, are you expecting anyone?” Poppy asked to her friend who’s mouth was full.
Erdene shook her head “no” before swallowing.
Poppy looked through the peephole.
“Open up, sweetheart. I gotta surprise for ya.” She heard and saw Tora say with Gyu at his side, holding an enormous box of what looked like a bakery- oh fudge.
Opening the door, Poppy looked up at Tora who was practically beaming, both of those gosh darned dimples on display.
It smelled good in here, Tora thought. His hamster always loved that smelly shit, always had a candle going at the weirdest times of the day. But whatever made her happy.
“Come on in.” Poppy gestured as Tora sauntered inside with Gyu following, Poppy shutting the door behind them.
Gyu placed the heavy ass box of cupcakes on the counter, noticing the plate of cupcakes already taking up residency on said counter, Tora wasn’t behind him though. Well, he was, but his attention at least wasn’t. It was on Poppy’s ass. “Good” he thought as he deftly removed the plate from sight and chucked them in the microwave.
Erdene looked on in astonishment, taking another bite of her glorious dessert before taking a huge gulp of wine. She got onto her feet and opened the sliding glass door before saying “Man! What a beautiful day. We should let the air really come through here. There’s such a nice breeze!”
Gyu nodded at Erdene knowingly, a silent thank you between friends. She nodded back, her attention now fully on Tora and Poppy.
“What’s this?” Poppy asked, knowing full well it was a box of cupcakes. Tora was right behind her as he placed his hands on her hips, dropping a kiss to her neck.
He breathed her in. Fuck, she even tasted good too. It was like the smell of the candle had soaked itself into her skin. He was determined to get her naked tonight. Hopefully these cupcakes were up to her standards. He knew she could be a cake snob. He really didn’t want to have to pay the baker or Steve a visit.
Oh, goodness. What a cutie patootie! There were a bakers dozen, 13 red velvet cupcakes. And the frosting looked marvelous. How did she break this to him? She looked around and noticed the cupcakes she made were gone. Looking up at Gyu he made a pointed look at the microwave, communicating again with silence.
Erdene and Poppy were completely forgetting about the picture they had sent to Tora and Pinky.
Satisfied that everything was swept under the rug, Poppy grabbed a cupcake and spun around in Tora’s embrace. His eyes were looking into hers, like he was searching for approval. She took a bite out of it and was bombarded with an overwhelming sugary goodness. She should have bought milk when she went to the corner store.
“Tora! This is so good. Thank you! Where on earth did you get these?” Poppy said as she felt Tora’s appreciation for her approval grow between them.
Hell yeah, he was totally getting laid tonight. He was gonna have to make a visit back to that bakery and send Stephan a “get well soon” letter or some shit. “Oh its just this little place that I know of. Its called “Sinfully Sweets and Treats.”
Poppy cocked her head at him. How more adorable can this man be? How did he know about this place? She didn’t tell him she was editing that article.Did he already have a back up in mind? Oh FUDGE STICKS! The picture they took and sending it to him slammed to the forefront of her brain that very moment. She was going to have to distract him with her tata’s. Maybe everyone was right, he did seem to become distracted around them.
“Well, I love them. Thank you SO much! You’re the best.” Poppy said as she rose on her tiptoes to give him a kiss.
Tora kissed her back greedily as he took in the taste on her lips. He was such a lucky bastard.
Humming in delight, Poppy broke from the kiss, really needing some milk.
“I’m gonna run to the corner store really quick. I just need some milk. You know cupcakes and all.” She explained as Tora smirked down at her.
“I’ll get it for ya, Bobby. Want anything else?” Tora asked as he took his hands from her waist.
“Oh that’s awfully generous of you. Thank you Tora. No I’m fine.” Poppy explained.
“Gyu, need anything? Erdene?” He motioned to the other two.
They both shook their heads “No.”
“Nah, I’m good big bro. I’m just gonna head out anyways.” Gyu said as he stole another look at the microwave.
“Yeah me too.” Erdene said, trying to get any crumbs off of her shirt.
“Alright. I’ll be right back sweetheart.” Tora said as he dropped another kiss to her forehead.
When he was out of the door and down by his car, Poppy went into panic mode.
“Gyu, take these cupcakes and get them the heck out of here. Take them home or to Damien or to Timbuktu, I dont care! Just take them!” Poppy said as she moved across the kitchen, yanking the cupcakes out and shoving them in his hands.
“You got it Miss. Poppy!” Gyu said excitedly. FUCK YES! He thought as he took the plate of cupcakes and nodded his goodbye.
“Dene, you gotta go too!” Poppy yelled at her friend.
“Fine by me. Have fun, Sugar Tits!” Erdene confirmed, grabbing her bag as she followed after Gyu.
Poppy giggled at the sound of Gyu shrieking at Erdene to get her manicured mitts off of the cupcakes that she already had a taste of.
Down at the corner store, Tora thumbed out his phone. He saw there was a notification from Bobby from a while ago. He looked at it and immediately was onto her. He bought the milk and left to go back to her place.
She was probably going to try to distract him. Not this time though. He needed answers. She always did this. Always made cupcakes and other sweets for the guys and never kept any for herself. There was no trace of cupcakes when he showed up earlier.
How much longer did she have before Tora stepped through the door? Could she get the whipped cream on her boobs before he walked into her “boobie trap?” She snorted at her own joke. She heard the screech of tires whip through the parking lot. Shoot! He got back fast.
Poppy put on her sexiest robe that she had, it was red and had strawberries on it. He always seemed to go after her when she was in that.
Knocking on the door, Tora was full on prepared for a conversation. No backing down. His men were gonna get fat if she kept shoving this stuff their way.
Taking a breath, Poppy reached for the door and opened it.
“Oh, that was quick.” She breathed out, not letting Tora intimidate her.
Well. FUCK. She had that goddamn strawberry robe on. Fuck her tits looked amazing in it. He followed her in and his eyes were glued to her ass. He shut the door absentmindedly, his daze loving how sinfully sweet her curves were.
He followed her into the kitchen where she busied herself taking the milk from his hand and pouring it into a glass. She hopped onto the counter where the box of cupcakes were. Tora watched as her tits bounced upon impact of her ass landing on the counter. Fuck, what a view.
It was working. Holy shiitake mushrooms, it was working. Yes, sugar tits indeed. Poppy thought as she kept the distraction going.
Tora placed his hands on her hips, trapping her legs between his. His mouth had gone entirely dry. He couldn’t remember what they were supposed to be talking about, despite the answer being right in his face. FUCK. She was so fuckin’ sexy.
Taking a piece of the cupcake, Poppy put just a little smear of the frosting on his neck before she licked it off. She smiled to herself as he groaned and pulled her closer as she kept kissing his neck where his tattoo was.
God what this woman did to him. Tora threw her over his shoulders as he made their way to her bed, grabbing the whipped cream from the fridge. Poppy giggled as he stomped his way down to the bedroom.
Hell yeah, he was definitely going to send Stan a “get well soon” card, Tora concluded as he indulged in his favorite flavor of sin.