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

my hand and slapped

"Chloe!"

needed

no! His

speeding up, likely intending to box us in from both

wasn't particularly crowded, so I

pedals, aiming to take me down

closing in from both sides, I abruptly released the accelerator and stomped on

screeched violently against

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

of the wheel, I sent the car into a drift, the front spinning around in an

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

I pulled this unexpected move. The two vehicles, unable to

large truck that had separated some of the pursuers earlier was still holding up

turned the car around and charged straight toward

as she gripped her seatbelt tightly. "Chloe, am I going

wheel and veered just enough to skim past one of the wedding cars, knocking off its side

cars were utterly stunned. Moments ago, they'd heard the sound of the collision up ahead, and now, a luxury car was hurtling straight toward

almost hear the driver of the white car in

couldn't go straight through. Besides these four cars, there were

veered away from

in sync, creating some space between us. I

popped his head out of the window, giving a

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

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

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

could rely on now

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

"Where are you?"

you this

speakerphone, so I could

Carens aggressively weaving through

had a habit of disappearing unexpectedly, and now Harlan had turned

never imagined he'd be the one to turn

the black cars and

the hell are

absolutely

our enemy. If we get caught, it's

wait

words, though brief, were a surprisingly comforting reassurance

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