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

gaze fell; there went

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

and picked

the corners of his lips

smile grew a tad as he watched Lizetta come towards him with the cake

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

front of

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

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

hood, leaned in and started drawing on the

icy stare, and Lizetta

she’d just hop into his car at the snap of his

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

a million–dollar windshield as a

blonde locks and red lips

distractingly gorgeous, and the kid’s whistle

worthy of that

mind, the beauty hopped off the hood and strode over to

Lizetta patted

one, triumphing over a multimillion–dollar car with underdog

the man who got out of

on the run, highway escape’- I’m digging this plot.” The kid

and with a thunderous rev, the bike

only catching a glimpse of her skirt’s edge

road, gaping at a windshield smeared with a few strokes of cream yet