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.

I cared about

hand and

"Chloe!"

I just needed to focus.

no! His

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

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

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

sides, I

violently

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

quick turn of the wheel, I sent the car into a drift,

cars flanking us were caught completely off guard. Their assumption was that I'd try to

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

of the pursuers earlier was still holding up the rest of the convoy, leaving just two

and charged straight

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

the wheel and veered just enough to skim past one

the sound of the collision up ahead,

could almost hear the driver of the white car in front

four cars, there

veered away from the white

slowed down in sync, creating some space between us. I quickly spun the wheel and

popped his head out of the window, giving a

head back into the seat. "Great-grandma,

ready to call Harlan. After

be anxious. But more importantly, if Mom heard

only person she could rely

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

"Where are you?"

following you this

was on speakerphone, so I could

a Kia Carens aggressively weaving through the wedding

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

be the one to turn the situation

spotted the Kia Carens weaving through the black cars

What the hell are

absolutely furious, cursing

our enemy. If we get caught, it's

just wait for

a surprisingly comforting

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