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 about most-he couldn't be

raised my hand and slapped myself

"Chloe!"

needed to focus.

no! His phone

cars speeding up, likely intending to box

of road wasn't particularly crowded, so I

floored their gas pedals, aiming to take me down in

I abruptly released the accelerator

screeched violently against the

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

I sent the car into

Their assumption was that I'd try to outpace them, so they were ready for a

two vehicles, unable to adjust in time, collided

the pursuers earlier was still holding

turned the car around and charged straight

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

in, I deftly controlled the wheel and veered just enough

ago, they'd heard the sound of

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

go straight through. Besides these four

I veered away

creating some space between us. I quickly spun the wheel

a guy popped his head out of the window, giving a thumbs-up and

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

ready to call Harlan. After all,

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

person she could rely on now

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

"Where are you?"

this whole time.

was on speakerphone, so I could clearly

aggressively weaving through the wedding cars, trying to

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

be the one to

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

hell are

absolutely furious,

short, every wedding car is our enemy. If we

wait for

brief, were a surprisingly

out two