Lucifer's POV
It had been days since I stepped foot into my bakery... Days, which honestly felt ridiculous considering this place used to be my escape from everything.
From my life as Lucifer, from weapons, from all the blood and from men begging for mercy before I put bullets in their skulls.
The second I pushed open the glass doors of the bakery, the smell of fresh bread, vanilla, buttercream, cinnamon, and chocolate wrapped around me instantly.
And just like that... I smiled.
God, I missed this place.
I stood there for a second quietly taking everything in... I looked around at the customers chatting softly, the display shelves filled with pastries, coffee machines hissing and even the workers moving around.
Which was all very normal, peaceful and safe.
This bakery wasn't just a cover identity I created to hide the fact that I was the infamous Lucifer... the mafia boss everyone feared and believed was a man.
No... That was only part of it.
The truth was that I genuinely loved baking, always had... It was one of the very few things in my life that felt normal, clean, soft and untouched by violence.
Baking made complete sense to me. It was pretty simple, you mixed ingredients together and created something good. Unlike my other life where every decision ended with blood on somebody's hands.
"Welcome, Miss Sabrina!"
I turned toward the counter and smiled when Tanya waved excitedly at me.
"Thank you, Tanya," I said warmly. "How are you?"
"I am fine!" she replied immediately. "And congratulations on your engagement!"
My smile widened slightly... Weird she was congratulating me when I haven't told anyone but I guess that was the point of a public engagement, right?
"Thanks."
It still felt strange knowing that I was engaged, me of all people.
Lucifer. The woman who threatened cops and buried enemies for fun.
Yet somehow… Wearing Sebastián's ring had been nice, really nice but I love most was seeing him happy.
"I will be in my office," I told Tanya.
"Okay!"
I headed toward the back office, greeting a few workers along the way before finally stepping inside and shutting the door behind me.
The second I sat down, work mode kicked in automatically.
I opened the bakery records and started checking sales, expenses, inventory updates, staff reports... everything from the few days I had been away and so far?
Everything looked good... The profits were steady, and there was no missing funds.
No issues at all, at least not what I could see. Exactly how I liked things.
Just as I was about to move on to something else, my burner phone started ringing.
I glanced at the screen and saw that it was Red.
I answered immediately. "What's the update?"
Red didn't waste time. "The trucks are packed with the weapons like you instructed."
I nodded automatically even though he couldn't see me. "Good. Did you make sure nobody's aware of this delivery?"
"Yes," he replied. "But I still think it will be safer if we deliver through the underground tunnels like we usually do instead of by road."
He wasn't wrong... Normally, underground tunnel transport was safer, easier and less exposure but unfortunately, the Derulo brothers were impatient bastards, and tunnel routes takes more time which meant it would delay the shipment too long.
Late delivery meant unhappy clients and unhappy clients were bad for business.
"I fucking know that," I muttered, leaning back in my chair. "But we don't have time."
Red sighed softly. "Okay. But how do we smuggle the trucks out?"
I stayed quiet for a second, already thinking ten steps ahead.
"First," I said calmly, "disguise the trucks."
"As what?"
"Disguise then as toy company trucks, tires or furniture delivery truck. I honestly don't care. Just do something boring enough to throw people off."
"Okay."
"Second," I continued, "map out three routes."
I paused briefly.
"Three?" he asked curiously.
"Yes. Three."
"Third," I added, "call Sylvester. Tell him to make sure none of those routes have police patrol tomorrow."
"Okay but we only need one."
I rolled my eyes. "Are you joking right now?"
He was quiet.
"We don't want Sylvester knowing the exact route," I explained coldly. "Not in case the idiot suddenly grows balls and decides to betray us."
Red immediately understood. "Right."
In this line of business, the number one key to stay alive and out of jail is to never trust anyone because with the right pressure and motivation, anyone and I mean anyone could betray you.
"By the time he figures out which route we are actually taking," I continued, "the trucks will already be gone."
It's a smart, safe and efficient technique I have learnt over the years and it has never failed... I mean even if Sylvester decides to do as we said without trying anything stupid, what if his superior says otherwise and it's out of his damn hands?
"And if he fails?"
I smiled darkly. "Then his wife and son pay for it with their fucking lives."
Red went quiet briefly before replying calmly. "Understood."
"Good," I said. "I want zero loose ends."
"I will handle everything."
"I know you will."
Then I hung up.
For a moment, I just sat there quietly staring at the bakery paperwork in front of me and I almost laughed, it's funny how one second I was calculating flour expenses.
And the next second I was threatening families over illegal weapon shipments... Double lives were exhausting.
I stood up eventually, planning to check the storage room and inventory personally, but before I reached the door... I heard a knock.
"Come in."
The door opened and Tanya stepped inside. "There's a new client here asking for you."
I frowned slightly. "Does she have an appointment?"
Because honestly? I wasn't planning to meet anyone today.
Tanya shook her head. "No. But she seems really rich and important."
I sighed softly because God knows I was in no mood to see anyone but then again, important people usually came with useful connections.
"Let her in."
Tanya nodded and stepped out.
A few minutes later, the woman entered and yeah... Tanya wasn't exaggerating.
The woman practically screamed money. I took in her appearance and I was right... Designer heels, luxury handbag, diamond earrings and tailored outfit.
Everything was expensive but honestly? I didn't care much about flashy brands.
What interested me was influence, connections, favors and power... That mattered more than money ever would.
I smiled politely. "Welcome to Sabby's Sweet Delight."
The lady smiled warmly. "Thank you. I am Constantia Alfredo, but you can call me Connie."
The name clicked instantly.
Alfredo... Politician family, a very dirty politicians at that.
The kind that smiled on camera while laundering money behind closed doors... Interesting, she's definitely going to be useful in the future.
"Nice to meet you, Connie," I said smoothly. "I am Sabrina. Please, have a seat."
"Thank you."
She sat down gracefully while I returned to my chair.
"So," I asked, "what can I do for you?"
Connie clasped her hands together excitedly. "My wedding is coming up very soon."
I smiled automatically. "Wow. Congratulations."
"Thank you," she said brightly. "I want you to make my wedding cake."
Now that's one of my favorite things to make, wedding cakes.
"What kind of cake are we talking about?" I asked.
Connie practically glowed with excitement.
"I want it massive," she said dramatically. "Ten feet tall minimum. Every layer a different flavor."
Jesus Christ.
"And," she continued proudly, "I want it to be mind-blowing. I need it to be the talk of the city long after the wedding."
I grabbed my notebook and started jotting things down.
This meant big job, big money, massive stress and unfortunately? A ridiculous amount of time I didn't actually have.
"Wow," I muttered honestly. "That's… a lot."
Connie giggled. "Yes. I am a lot."
Clearly.
"And I want everything at my wedding to feel special."
I nodded thoughtfully.
"You came to the right place," I assured her. "How much time do I have?"
Connie smiled nervously. "Less than two weeks."
I looked up immediately. "Seriously?"
She winced slightly. "I know. It's short notice."
"Short notice?" I repeated. "Connie, for a ten-foot luxury wedding cake, that's practically impossible."
"I know," she admitted quickly. "Everything happened really fast. Please make it work. I heard you can make it happen."
I leaned back slowly thinking... Between Sebastián, the wedding planning, the weapon shipment, Mafia business, police problems and now this?
I honestly didn't know how the hell I would fit it in but then again… Impossible tasks had always been my specialty.
I sighed eventually. "Fine. I will see what I can do."
Connie gasped excitedly. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"Oh my God, thank you!" she squealed. "I owe you one."
I smiled slowly.
"Yes," I said carefully. "You do."
She laughed like I just cracked the funniest joke ever but I meant every word... People owing me favors?
That was currency, power and insurance... In my line of business, they are all very important and the funny part was that I always collect my favors.
"What happens next?" Connie asked eagerly.
"Do you have any design ideas?"
She shook her head immediately. "Nope. Surprise me."
Bold choice.
"Alright," I said. "I will sketch some designs and work out the costs. Come back tomorrow and we will finalize everything."
"Perfect!" she said excitedly. "You are the best."
I laughed softly. "See you tomorrow."
"Definitely."
Then she finally left the office.
The moment the door shut behind her, I leaned back in my chair slowly.
Jesus Christ... What had I just agreed to? Did I actually have time for this? Probably not.
Should I have said no? Absolutely, but where was the fun in that?
I grabbed my sketchbook from the drawer and smirked slightly.
"Doing the impossible is my specialty."
Then I flipped the book open and started sketching.