Triumph Of The Belittled Son-in-law

CHAPTER 52

The atmosphere was electric down the basement where Dexter and his family were as dust from the creaking sound poured down on their faces, forcing them to protect their faces.

The silence was thick and heavy with fear as they looked at each other confusedly.

Ronny quickly pressed against his mother, embracing her and hiding his face in the warmth of her protection. Little Ronny didn't want to die.

He wondered if he was going to see another day. If he was going to play with his friends at school ever again if he was going to play around with his bicycle on Saturday mornings, or if he was going to hunt for spiders with his friends.

Quincy, even though her face was contorted in fear, patted him on the back of his head calmly as his face was sunken in her embrace. Quincy let out a drop of tear which fell on Ronny’s palm. Her fear was turning into sadness as she slumped her shoulder ready for whatever was going to happen.

The hitman noticed the creaking sound and a strange feeling surged