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

raised my hand and

"Chloe!"

fine. I just needed to

His phone

cars speeding up, likely intending to box us in from

so I pushed down on the

their gas pedals,

I abruptly released the accelerator

violently

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

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

us were caught completely off guard. Their assumption was that I'd try to outpace them, so they were ready for a high-speed

unexpected move. The two vehicles, unable to adjust in

the pursuers earlier was still holding up the rest

and charged straight toward

pale as she gripped her seatbelt tightly.

deftly controlled the wheel and veered just enough to skim past one of the wedding

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

white car in front

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

I veered away

sync, creating some space

guy popped his head out

into the seat. "Great-grandma,

to call Harlan. After all, Bill

be anxious. But more importantly, if Mom heard

could

and Harlan's voice came through,

"Where are you?"

following you this whole time. Look behind

was on speakerphone, so I could clearly hear Harlan's

mirror and saw a Kia Carens aggressively weaving through the wedding

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

he'd be the one

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

the hell are

was absolutely furious,

our enemy. If we get caught, it's pretty

wait

words, though brief, were a surprisingly

taken out two of the cars, but there were still two