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.”

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

fell; there went a cake worth thousands.

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

down and picked up the cake.

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

grew a tad as he watched Lizetta

her, but Lizetta walked straight to the front of the car instead.

slightly, only to see her stand in front of the car, locking eyes with

a little smile, and flipped the box, splattering the

across the glass, and it slowly slid down, obscuring Remington’s

knee on the hood, leaned in and started drawing

seat came an icy stare, and Lizetta couldn’t help but

get the confidence to think she’d just

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

windshield as a canvas.”

and red lips as well as heing eyes

and the kid’s whistle died before

the car’s not worthy

mind, the beauty hopped off the hood and strode over to his bike’s pillion

roll.” Lizetta patted the

one, triumphing over a multimillion–dollar

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

plot.” The kid shouted to

a thunderous rev, the bike shot off like a bolt of

catching a glimpse of her skirt’s

gaping at a