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.

cared about

I raised my hand and slapped myself across the

"Chloe!"

I just needed to

His

rearview mirror, I saw two wedding cars speeding up, likely intending

crowded, so I pushed

gas pedals, aiming to

they came alongside, closing in from both sides, I abruptly released the accelerator

violently against the

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

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

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

unable to adjust in time, collided head-on, the

large truck that had separated some of the pursuers earlier was still holding up the rest of the convoy, leaving just

car around and charged straight

her seatbelt tightly. "Chloe, am I going

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

Moments ago, they'd heard the sound of the collision up ahead,

car in front of me screaming inwardly, "Don't come any

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

I veered away from the white

in sync, creating some space between us. I

out

back into the

out her phone, ready to call Harlan. After all, Bill

she called him now, he'd be anxious. But more importantly, if

person she could rely

voice came through, "How are

"Where are you?"

been following you this

speakerphone, so I could clearly

rearview mirror and saw a Kia Carens aggressively weaving through the wedding cars, trying to break free of the

seemed like Zoey had a habit of disappearing unexpectedly, and now Harlan had turned into her shadow.

never imagined he'd be the one to turn the situation

Kia Carens weaving through the black cars

hell are

was absolutely furious, cursing

wedding car is our enemy. If we

just wait for

words, though brief, were a surprisingly comforting reassurance at

forced myself to concentrate. We had taken out two