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.”

on a collision course, and there was no stopping him.

went a

like that cake in Remington’s eyes – all glitz on the surface, but easily discarded, not worth a

picked up the

silently watched this unfold, and the corners

grew a tad as he watched Lizetta come towards

for her, but Lizetta walked straight to the

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

gave a little smile, and flipped the

the glass, and it slowly slid down, obscuring

the hood, leaned in and started

an icy stare, and Lizetta couldn’t

the confidence to think she’d just

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

using a million–dollar windshield as a

blonde locks and red

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

the car’s not worthy of that

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

roll.” Lizetta patted the

kid suddenly felt like the chosen one, triumphing over a multimillion–dollar car with underdog pride.

to the man who got

kid shouted to

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

catching a

a windshield smeared with