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.”

a collision course, and there was

gaze fell; there went a cake worth

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

down and picked up the

unfold, and the corners of his lips curled into the

watched Lizetta come towards him with the cake

it for her, but

stand in front of the car, locking

a little smile, and flipped the box, splattering

cake smeared across the glass, and it slowly slid

the hood, leaned in and started

back seat came an icy stare, and

get the confidence to think she’d just

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

a million–dollar windshield as a

blonde locks and red

gorgeous, and the kid’s whistle

the car’s not worthy of that face.

mind, the beauty hopped off the hood and

patted the kid’s

chosen one, triumphing over

middle finger to the man who got

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

arms around his waist, and with a thunderous rev,

only catching a glimpse of her skirt’s

the road, gaping at a windshield smeared with a few strokes of cream yet unmistakably depicting a turtle.