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

I raised my hand and slapped myself

"Chloe!"

I just needed to

His phone isn't

saw two wedding cars speeding up, likely intending to box

so I pushed down on the accelerator

pursuers must have floored their gas pedals, aiming to take

I abruptly released the

screeched violently against the

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

the car into a drift, the front spinning around in an

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

instead, I pulled this unexpected move. The two vehicles, unable to adjust in time, collided head-on,

had separated some of the pursuers earlier was still holding up the rest of the convoy, leaving just two cars chasing

car around and

gripped her seatbelt tightly. "Chloe, am

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

utterly stunned. Moments ago, they'd heard the sound of

car in front of me screaming

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

away from the white

space between us. I quickly spun the wheel and turned the

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

slammed her head back into the

out her phone, ready to call

more importantly, if Mom heard

could rely on

voice came through, "How are you?

"Where are you?"

this

on speakerphone, so I could clearly

aggressively weaving through the wedding cars, trying to break free of

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

the

Carens weaving through the black cars and

What the hell are

was absolutely furious,

our enemy. If we

wait

were a

taken out two of