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

fell; there went a cake

Remington’s eyes – all glitz on the surface,

and picked up the cake.

Remington silently watched this unfold, and the corners of

as he watched Lizetta

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

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

a little smile, and flipped

the glass, and it slowly

with a knee on the hood, leaned in and

came an icy stare, and Lizetta couldn’t

think she’d just hop

biker kid in a black leather jacket pulled up

a million–dollar windshield as a canvas.”

locks and

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

car’s not worthy of

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

Lizetta patted

one, triumphing over a

man who got out of

highway escape’- I’m digging this plot.” The kid shouted to Lizetta as he lowered the visor, “Buckle up, miss!”

with a thunderous rev, the bike shot

car, only catching a

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