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.

was the person I cared

hand and slapped

"Chloe!"

I just needed to focus.

His phone isn't

speeding up,

particularly crowded, so I

their gas pedals, aiming to take me down in

came alongside, closing in from both sides, I

violently against the

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

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

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

The two vehicles, unable

still holding up the

the car around and

gripped her seatbelt tightly. "Chloe, am

in, I deftly controlled the wheel and veered just enough to skim past one of the

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

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

through. Besides these four cars, there

I veered away from the

slowed down in sync, creating some space between us.

out of the window, giving

back into the seat. "Great-grandma, sorry, I

out her phone, ready to call Harlan. After

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

person she could rely

voice came through, "How are you? Are you

"Where are you?"

been following you this whole time.

speakerphone, so I

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

now Harlan had turned into her shadow. I had

be the one to turn the situation

black cars and shouted, "Hey, your driving skills are

What the hell

absolutely furious, cursing

car is our enemy. If we get caught, it's pretty much

wait

brief, were a surprisingly comforting

two of the cars, but there