I somehow became the dream girl of a cold, dangerous villain straight outta a novel.

Welltechnically, it was my mini burritos that did the damage.

Hot, cheap, and hit like a hug.

The year his whole world crashed, Rory Roth showed up scrawny and wrecked, clutching three crumpled bucks.

Can I get one mini burrito?

I stood there with a spatula in hand, staring at the kid who'd one day become some criminal mastermind genius.

But right now? No threat, no swaggerjust a shivering kid with wary eyes.

"I'm not tryna scam you. If it's not enough, I'll wash dishes, mop floors, help with customerswhatever. Once I make up the rest, c-could you make me a mini burrito then?"

That's when it hit me.

This so-called villain... was just a starving, beat-down kid.
Chapter 1
I laughed. "Three bucks is enough. You're even getting shrimp and egg."
Rory blinked, stunned. "Seriously?"
I grabbed a few tortillas from the warmer, slapped them on the griddle. "Seriously. Go grab a seat."
He picked a corner spot, rubbing his hands and watching me like I was magic.
As I flipped the tortillas, I glanced over.
The book said his stare "could slice through steel."
But right now? His school uniform hung off his bony frame. Bruises peeked through the fabric, and cigarette burns ringed his wrists.
Kid had clearly been through hell. And stillhe trusted a stranger.
If I hadn't read the novel, I never would've guessed this sweet, starving kid was supposed to grow up into some criminal mastermind... a future serial killer.
I tossed a handful of shrimp on the griddlethey curled fast, turning that soft pink.
The tortillas were warm, lightly toasted. I loaded them with shrimp, scrambled egg, and salsa, then threw in extra beef. Kid was way too skinny.
Rolled them up tight, sliced each in half, and hit them with a drizzle of my amber house sauce. The smell kicked in right away.
I set the little mountain of mini burritos in front of him.
His stomach growled loud, but he just sat there, too embarrassed to touch the food. "Ma'am... this is way too much. Are you sure three dollars covers it?"
"Big portions are kinda my thing." I grinned. "If you like it, tell your classmates. Free promo, right? I'm basically saving money."
He hesitated, then handed over his crumpled, sweaty dollar bills.
I took them like it was no big deal.
"Dig in. Gotta eat it hotcold just doesn't hit the same."
He licked his dry lips and grabbed a plastic fork.
His hands were shaking as he took the first bite.
The second that hot, flavorful burrito hit his mouth, his eyes went redand the tears just fell.
"Ma'am... it's really good."
My chest tightened. I kept thinking about the boy from the novel
A drunk, gambling dad. A mom who died way too young. And Rory, left in pieces.
After she passed, his dad got meaner with every bottle. Beat him, cursed him, starved him.
Once in a while, the guy got lucky at cards, tossed Rory some cash to go buy more booze.
Rory would pocket a buck or two each time.
Took him a whole month to save up those three bucksfor one set of mini burritos.
"Take your time. No one's gonna snatch it. If you want more, I've got plenty on the grill."
I kept my tone soft. He wiped his face and kept eating, head down.
I turned back to the grill, already prepping another set.

Chapter 2
Kids that agetwelve, maybe thirteenthey're still growing. They need real food, not junk.
I was just about to drizzle the sauce and bring out the next round when
Smack!
A small table near the cart flipped over outta nowhere.
"Look at you. No mom, crappy dad, and you're out here eating like you matter?"
A bunch of kids had crowded around Rory, all looking for a fight.
"Boss told you to wait by the gate after school. You stupid or something?"
One of thembuzz-cut, uniform half-untuckedstepped forward, smirking.
"Since Rory's so into burritos, let's give him a little extra. Make sure he's real full."
He yanked the tray out of my hands, dumped the burritos on the ground, and smashed them under his shoe.
"You think some charity case like you can go after the girl I like? Nah. Time for a reality check. Get him!"
The other boys clamped down on Rory's shoulders.
He was too small, too worn-out to fight backjust totally helpless.
"Let me go!"
"Let you go?" Buzz-cut snorted. "Yeah, right. I brought you something SPECIAL today."
He grabbed a fistful of burritos mashed with dirt and moved to shove it into Rory's mouth.
They were bullying himright in front of me.
Like I wasn't even standing there.
I grabbed the kitchen knife from the side and slammed the flat of the blade against one kid's wrist.
They all jerked back, stunned. The muddy burritos hit the ground again.
"Are you crazy, lady?!"
"You trying to kill someone with that knife?"
I lifted the blade again. "You mess with people just 'cause you can? Cool. I can do the same to you. Fair trade."
Buzz-cut froze. "What's he even got to do with you? Stay out of it!"
I slammed the knife against the table beside me. The wood splintered with a sharp crack.
"I'm his mom. Touch my kid again, and I'll be on you with this knife every single day."
Everything went dead quiet.
Next thing they knew, I was swinging the knife like a maniac.
The punks scrambled back.
I yanked Rory behind me. "Get lost. Or you want a few cuts to go?"
Buzz-cut sneered but backed off. "You losers can't even handle one chick?"
His crew muttered, trembling. "Bro, forget it... She's really swinging that thing..."
Still grumbling, they finally took off.
I exhaled hard.
When I turned around, Rory was staring up at me, eyes red and glossy.
"Ma'am... I'm sorry for the trouble."
"What?" I brushed my hair out of my face, faking a dramatic sigh. "I was AWESOME back there. Aren't you gonna say something nice?"
I grinned. "Just kidding. Maya Murphy. You can call me Miss Murphy. I'm twenty-threenot that much older than you."
He smiled, and just like that, his whole face softened.
I packed up the cart, ready to bounce. "If you're ever hungry, come find me. I'm here after school."
He tugged at his shirt, eyes down. "But... I don't have any money left."

Chapter 3
Watching this kidwho'd one day wreck the worldtreat one meal like it was gold, I blurted, "Spring break's coming. Want to help at the stand? I'll cover your food."
His whole face lit up. "Really?"
"Yup. We'll be at the tourist spot. It gets insane, and I need backup." I ruffled his wild hair. "You're hired. Kill it and I'll throw in extra shrimp."