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.

the person I cared about

hand and

"Chloe!"

just needed

His phone isn't

I saw two wedding cars speeding

of road wasn't particularly crowded, so I pushed

floored their gas pedals, aiming to take me down in one

in from both sides, I abruptly

tires screeched violently

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

car into a drift, the front spinning around in

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

two vehicles, unable

was still holding up the rest of the convoy,

car around and charged straight

face turned pale as she gripped her seatbelt tightly. "Chloe, am I going to

closed in, I deftly controlled the wheel and veered just enough to skim

sound of

car in front of me screaming inwardly, "Don't come

these four cars, there were still 12 more trailing behind

I veered away from

some space

a guy popped his head out of the window, giving a

the seat. "Great-grandma,

pulled out her phone, ready to call Harlan. After all, Bill wasn't in

he'd be anxious. But more importantly, if Mom heard the news, what if it caused an early

only person she could

phone rang, and Harlan's voice came

"Where are you?"

you this whole time.

on speakerphone, so I

aggressively weaving through the

like Zoey had a habit of disappearing unexpectedly, and now Harlan had turned into her shadow. I

he'd be the

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

the hell

absolutely

wedding car is our enemy. If we get caught,

just wait for

a surprisingly comforting reassurance at

concentrate. We had taken out two of the cars, but there were still two