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.”

boss was hell–bent on a collision course,

gaze fell; there went a cake worth

felt that she was probably much like that cake in Remington’s eyes – all glitz on the

bent down and picked up the cake.

this unfold, and the corners of his

as he watched Lizetta come towards him with the

the door handle, ready to open it for her, but Lizetta walked straight

only to see her stand in front of the

and flipped the box, splattering the cake

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

knee on the hood, leaned in and started

seat came an icy stare, and Lizetta couldn’t

get the confidence to think she’d just hop into his car at the

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

million–dollar windshield as a

her blonde locks and red lips as

her distractingly gorgeous, and the kid’s

the car’s not worthy of

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

Lizetta patted the kid’s shoulder.

triumphing over a multimillion–dollar car

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

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

around his waist, and with a thunderous rev,

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

road, gaping at a windshield smeared with