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 most-he couldn't

thinking, I raised my hand and slapped myself across

"Chloe!"

needed to focus.

no! His phone

cars speeding up,

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

floored their gas pedals, aiming

from both sides, I abruptly released the accelerator and

screeched violently

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

the wheel, I sent the car into

completely off guard. Their assumption was that

two vehicles, unable to adjust in

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

and charged straight

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

two cars closed in, I deftly controlled the wheel and veered just enough to skim past one of the wedding cars,

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

could almost hear the driver of the white car

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

veered away from the white

in sync, creating some space between us. I quickly spun the wheel and turned the car

popped his head out of the

slammed her head back into the seat. "Great-grandma, sorry, I

phone, ready to call Harlan. After

anxious. But more importantly, if

person she could

phone rang, and Harlan's voice came through, "How

"Where are you?"

you this whole time. Look behind

on speakerphone, so I could clearly hear

glanced into the rearview mirror and saw a Kia Carens aggressively weaving through the wedding cars,

like Zoey had a habit of disappearing unexpectedly, and now Harlan had turned into her shadow. I had no

be the one to turn the situation

weaving through the black cars and shouted, "Hey, your driving

hell are

absolutely furious,

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

wait

words, though brief, were a

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