Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 29

Cedric stood cautiously by the car, piping up gingerly.

“Boss, the missus might not have caught your drift. Want me to go fetch her?”

“No need, just drive!” The man’s deep voice was the epitome of indifference.

Not daring to chitchat, Cedric hopped in the car and took off.

As the car slowly passed the slender figure on the roadside, the man’s cold sneer followed.

“What, no grub and the car won’t go?”

Sweat beaded on Cedric’s forehead, and just as he floored it, a big box came flying in from behind.

“Dump it.”

Cedric slowed down in a hurry and turned to see a cake box wedged between the seats; his face was a picture of hesitation.

Remington leaned back in his seat, with his eyes slightly lifting, and gave Cedric the

once–over.

“She doesn’t give a hoot about it; the alley cats and dogs aren’t so fussy.”

Cedric, with a heavy heart, stepped out and ditched the cake box on the curb.

Just then, Lizetta walked up, and Cedric quickly whispered under his breath.

“Madam, it was the boss‘ orders.”

was hell–bent on a collision course, and there was no

there went a cake

in Remington’s eyes – all glitz on the surface,

picked up the cake.

car, Remington silently watched this unfold, and the corners of

he watched Lizetta

reached for the door handle, ready to open it for her, but Lizetta

front of the car, locking eyes

arched a brow, gave a little smile, and flipped the box,

it

hood, leaned in and

an icy stare, and Lizetta couldn’t

confidence to think she’d just hop into

an engine drew near as a biker kid in a black leather jacket pulled up beside the car, then he rested a leg on

million–dollar windshield as a

flipped her hair; her blonde locks and red lips as well as heing

and the kid’s whistle died before it even

the car’s not worthy of that face.

beauty hopped off

roll.” Lizetta patted the

felt like the chosen one, triumphing over

middle finger to the man who got out of the car, all

kid shouted to Lizetta as he lowered

arms around his waist, and with a thunderous rev, the bike shot

catching a glimpse of

gaping at a windshield smeared with a few strokes of cream yet unmistakably depicting a turtle.