Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 48

Lizetta whipped her head around and saw two rows of security in black swiftly part the rubberneckers.

A tall and imposing man strode over briskly, his sharp gaze piercing through. Lizetta, who was standing off to the side, like an arrow.

Before Lizetta could even gather her wits, Remington’s towering figure had breezed past her like a whirlwind, heading straight for the counter.

“Joseph!”

His voice was deep and icy cold. Joseph, who was startled by his arrival, dropped the hammer he was holding and was about to dive under the chair.

Remington took two quick steps forward, grabbed the boy by the back of his collar, and hoisted the now tall and skinny kid up.

“Remi! I’m sorry! Ugh, I can’t breathe! Liz, save me!”

Joseph was flailing, his tiptoes nowhere near the ground, crying out for mercy. When Lizetta saw Joseph getting the short end of the stick, she rushed over, wrapped her arms around Joseph, and confronted Remington.

“Remi, Joseph’s still sick! Let go of him! He’s already said he’s sorry!”

While she spoke, she tried to pry Remington’s hand off Joseph’s collar with one hand, but the man’s grip was surprisingly strong, his palm and fingers. like iron bars, and Lizetta couldn’t budge it.

were turning red, his eyes brimming with tears, looking pitifully at

kid wasn’t sticking up for her, Lizetta wouldn’t stand for anyone messing with her little brother, not even

grabbed Remington’s hand and bit down hard on the man’s wrist. She was really putting her back into it because

a little roughed up, Remington got all fired up and protective? He

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a chunk out of Remington, tasting

Joseph. When she looked up again, Evelina was already in Remington’s arms, crying her eyes out.

him, her pale face showing off a huge bruise on her

it hurts so bad. I’m scared. Boo–hoo. I think my hand’s broken. What

furrow in his brows and a chill in his deep eyes, wrapped

mess you two have made!”

this unfold, Lizetta felt like her blood had turned to ice. She was his

one Evelina in his eyes. Lizetta felt humiliated, tugged at her lip, but before

“Joseph!”

with him in her arms. She

and sweaty, and Lizetta, thinking of his illness, was filled

instinctively looked to Remington for help. But Remington just stood there