Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

At that moment, I became the center of attention. While everyone else waited quietly for the red light, I slammed the gas pedal and sped through, making a sharp turn.

I finally understood why Wisteria had appeared-someone had used her as part of a scheme to keep Carter and Taylor preoccupied.

We were the real targets.

What a cruel and calculated plan!

Since they had replaced Taylor's men, it was clear this was orchestrated by someone from the Carlyns.

They had used Taylor's wedding as bait to try and wipe out the Sanders in one fell swoop-including Whitney and me.

The dozen or so cars behind us ran the red light as well. Thankfully, there was another lane of cars passing through legally, and a large truck moving straight ahead blocked several of the pursuers. Still, four cars continued to tail us closely, and it wouldn't take long for the others to catch up.

Time was running out. After killing someone, calling the police would only complicate matters-we couldn't risk it.

I steadied my voice and said, "Whitney, my phone's on the backseat. Call Taylor right now, tell him what's happening, and ask where we should go!"

"Got it."

Whitney quickly grabbed the phone and dialed. On the other end, Taylor sounded busy as well, with the wind howling in the background.

"Anna, are you okay?" His concern was unmistakable.

Compared to Taylor's panic and urgency, Whitney remained surprisingly calm. She briefly explained what had happened and asked which direction we should head.

"Head west! Don't go to the Whites! I'm sorry, Anna, the situation is out of control."

Taylor continued anxiously, "My men... They've all turned against me. It's him-he's back! Anna, head west and escape. I'll..."

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

Where was Taylor? What had happened to him?

And what about Carter? Was he in danger too?

"Taylor, are you okay? What about Carter-"

I started to ask, but Whitney interrupted, looking up at me, "Chloe, the call was disconnected."

When I first realized we had gotten into the wrong car, I wasn't nervous. When I drove a blade into someone's heart for the first time, I wasn't nervous either.

But now, knowing that Carter and Taylor had been trapped and hearing the gunshot, I panicked.

My hands trembled uncontrollably, and the fear I had buried deep inside surfaced.

person I cared about most-he

thinking, I raised my hand

"Chloe!"

just needed to

no! His phone

rearview mirror, I saw two wedding cars speeding up, likely intending to box us

stretch of road wasn't particularly crowded, so I pushed

have floored their gas pedals, aiming to take

I abruptly released the

tires screeched violently against

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

quick turn of the wheel, I sent the car into

cars flanking us were caught completely off guard. Their assumption was that I'd try to outpace them, so they were ready for

pulled this unexpected move. The two vehicles, unable to adjust in time, collided head-on, the

truck that had separated some of the pursuers earlier was still holding up the rest of the convoy, leaving just two cars chasing

car around and charged straight toward them

she gripped her seatbelt tightly. "Chloe, am

and veered just enough to skim past one

they'd heard the sound of

almost hear the driver of the white car in front of me screaming inwardly, "Don't

these four cars,

away from the

sync, creating some space between us. I quickly spun the wheel

his head out of the

the

to call

if she called him now, he'd be anxious. But more importantly, if Mom heard the news,

she could

Harlan's voice came through, "How

"Where are you?"

been following you this whole time. Look behind

I could clearly hear Harlan's

Kia Carens aggressively

of disappearing unexpectedly, and now Harlan had turned into her shadow. I had no idea when he

he'd be the one to turn the situation

black cars

What the hell are

was absolutely

every wedding car is our enemy. If we

just wait

a surprisingly

forced myself to concentrate. We had taken out two of the