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 about most-he

hand and slapped

"Chloe!"

needed to focus.

His phone isn't

speeding up, likely intending to box

particularly crowded, so

pursuers must have floored their gas pedals, aiming

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

violently

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

car into a drift, the front spinning around in

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

vehicles, unable to adjust in time, collided

still holding up the rest of the convoy, leaving just two cars

car around and

pale as she gripped her seatbelt tightly. "Chloe, am I going to meet Great-grandma

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

Moments ago, they'd heard the sound of the

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

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

away from the

some space between us. I quickly spun

popped his head out of the window, giving

the seat.

call Harlan. After all,

he'd be anxious. But more

she could rely on now

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

"Where are you?"

been following you this

speakerphone, so I could clearly

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

turned into her shadow. I had no idea when he

never imagined he'd be the one to

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

the hell are

was absolutely furious, cursing

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

just wait

words, though brief, were a

taken out two of the cars,