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

felt that she was probably much like that cake in Remington’s eyes –

down and picked up the cake.

watched this unfold, and the corners of his

grew a tad as he watched Lizetta come towards him with the cake in

door handle, ready to open it for her, but Lizetta walked straight to the front of the car instead.

brow furrowed slightly, only to see her stand in front

little smile, and flipped the box, splattering the cake on the Windshield.

smeared across the glass, and it

knee on the hood, leaned in and started drawing on the

stare, and

did this jerk get the confidence to think she’d just hop into his car at the snap

engine drew near as a biker kid in a black leather jacket pulled

using a million–dollar windshield as

locks and red lips as well as heing eyes

the kid’s whistle died before

worthy of that face.

hopped off the hood and strode over to his bike’s

roll.” Lizetta patted the kid’s

chosen one, triumphing over a multimillion–dollar

gave the middle finger to the man who got out of the car, all cool and provoking.

on the run, highway escape’- I’m digging this plot.” The kid shouted to Lizetta

her arms around his waist, and with a thunderous rev, the bike shot off like a bolt of

of the car, only catching a glimpse

half a minute, Cedric scrambled to the road, gaping at a windshield