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.”

course, and there

went a cake worth

was probably much like that cake in Remington’s eyes – all glitz on the surface, but easily

bent down and picked up the

silently watched this unfold, and the corners of his lips curled into

watched Lizetta come towards him

ready to open it for her, but Lizetta walked straight to

see her stand in front of the car, locking eyes with him

gave a little smile, and flipped the box, splattering the cake on

it slowly slid down,

in and started drawing on

back seat came an icy stare, and Lizetta

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

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

using a million–dollar windshield as a

and red lips as well

and the kid’s whistle died before it even started.

not worthy

his mind, the beauty hopped off

roll.” Lizetta patted the kid’s shoulder.

suddenly felt like the chosen one, triumphing over

got out

I’m digging this plot.” The kid

and with a thunderous

the car, only catching a glimpse of her skirt’s edge fluttering away.

at a windshield smeared with a few strokes of cream yet unmistakably