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

thinking, I raised my hand and

"Chloe!"

needed to focus. Call

His

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

particularly crowded, so I pushed down on the

gas pedals, aiming to take

both sides, I abruptly released the accelerator and stomped on

screeched violently

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

the car into a

was that I'd try to outpace them, so

move. The two vehicles, unable to adjust

still holding up the rest of the convoy, leaving

around and

her seatbelt tightly. "Chloe, am

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

were utterly stunned. Moments ago, they'd heard the sound of the collision up ahead, and now, a

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

straight through. Besides these four cars, there were still 12 more trailing

away from the white

then the car behind it surprisingly slowed down in sync, creating some space between us. I quickly spun the wheel

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

the seat. "Great-grandma,

call Harlan.

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

she could rely on

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

"Where are you?"

been following you this whole time. Look

was on speakerphone, so I

a Kia Carens aggressively weaving through the

unexpectedly, and now Harlan had turned into

he'd be the

spotted the Kia Carens weaving through the black

What the hell are you

absolutely furious,

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

wait for

a

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