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

I raised my hand and slapped myself

"Chloe!"

needed

no! His

saw two wedding cars speeding up, likely intending to box us in from

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

must have floored their gas pedals, aiming to

they came alongside, closing in from both sides, I abruptly released the accelerator and stomped on the

screeched violently against

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

wheel, I sent the car into a drift, the front spinning

off guard. Their assumption was that I'd try to outpace them, so

vehicles, unable to adjust in time, collided head-on, the crash echoing

large truck that had separated some of the pursuers earlier was still holding up the rest of

the car around and charged straight toward them

seatbelt tightly. "Chloe,

the wheel and veered just enough to skim past one of the wedding

the sound of the collision up ahead, and now, a luxury car was

driver of the white car in front of

four cars, there were still 12 more trailing

veered away

sync, creating some space between us. I quickly spun the wheel and turned the car around. en

head out of the window, giving a thumbs-up and shouting,

into the seat. "Great-grandma, sorry,

call Harlan. After all,

now, he'd be anxious. But more

only person she could rely on

rang, and Harlan's voice came through, "How are you? Are

"Where are you?"

this whole time.

on speakerphone, so I could clearly hear Harlan's

into the rearview mirror and saw a Kia Carens aggressively weaving through the wedding cars, trying to break free of

disappearing unexpectedly, and now Harlan had turned into her

imagined he'd be the one to turn the

the Kia Carens weaving through the black cars and shouted, "Hey, your driving

hell

was absolutely furious, cursing

is our enemy. If we

wait

were a surprisingly comforting reassurance at that

myself to concentrate. We had taken out two