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

raised my hand and slapped myself across

"Chloe!"

needed to focus. Call

no! His phone isn't

speeding up, likely intending to box us

crowded, so

gas pedals, aiming to

in from both sides, I abruptly released

violently against the

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

car into a drift, the front spinning

off guard. Their assumption was that I'd try to outpace them, so

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

of the pursuers earlier was still holding up the rest of the convoy, leaving just two

the car around and

seatbelt tightly. "Chloe, am I going to

the wheel and veered just enough to skim

trailing cars were utterly stunned. Moments ago, they'd heard the sound

could almost hear the driver of the white car in front of

four cars, there were

veered away from

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

guy popped his head out of

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

her phone, ready to call Harlan.

But more importantly, if Mom heard the

only person she could rely

phone rang, and Harlan's voice came

"Where are you?"

you this whole

I could

aggressively weaving through the wedding cars,

had turned into her shadow. I had no idea when he had caught

he'd be the one to turn

spotted the Kia Carens weaving through the black

hell are

absolutely furious,

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

wait for

brief, were a surprisingly comforting reassurance at that

forced myself to concentrate. We had taken out two of the cars, but there were still