Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 286

Chapter 286 

Bran slammed the car door with a curse, his frustration boiling over. “Stay in the damn car, don’t come 

out.” 

The crowd was a cacophony of chaos; the Langleys were at it again, raising hell. Poor Eric was outnumbered, and a few opportunists made a break for it, clawing at my car doors, demanding answers. 

I was trapped inside, the doors shaking violently under their grip. 

It was like a scene from a horror flick, these people clawing and pounding, ready to rip me to shreds. 

Trapped, I was surrounded by fists and faces pressed against the windows. 

Their curses and interrogations sent my mind spiraling into an abyss. 

I felt like I was suffocating, struggling to breathe… 

Slowly, the outside noise began to fade, and all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart and the shallow breaths I managed to take. 

*Crash!” 

Suddenly, someone deliberately smashed the window, and shards of glass danced across my cheek. I felt hands grabbing at me. 

The metallic smell of blood spread through my nostrils… 

“Phoebe, run… don’t worry about me.” 

“Phoebe! Get out!” 

“Bark! Bark!” 

The barking of dogs, the cacophony of shouts and curses. 

“Phoebe, you’ve been very naughty… You hit too hard; everyone’s got someone they care about. How does it feel to watch what you love die before your eyes?” 

“You, child, lack empathy, can’t feel others‘ pain, and that’s not right.” 

“You like your dog Howler, don’t you? Kill it. Phoebe, kill it and feel the pain of a normal person.” 

“Phoebe! What’s it like to see your beloved dog die in front of you?” 

“Don’t touch me, get off me, go away!” 

Suddenly, my breathing halted, and the raucous sounds around me fell silent. 

When I came to, I was standing outside the car, my hands soaked in blood. 

Someone must have pulled me out. 

Was I hurt? No. 

The blood on my face, body, and hands wasn’t mine. 

The crowd was silent, staring at me in shock. 

Only then did I see clearly a man lying on the ground, drenched in his own blood. 

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Chapter 286 

That son in law… the loudest one, the one who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to harm my unborn 

child. 

“Phoebel” Dexter knocked a man flat with a punch, his breaths short and panicked as he looked at me. 

“Murder!” The silence exploded into pandemonium, the aunt’s daughter screaming at the top of her lungs, accusing me of killing a man. 

Eric and Bran pushed past the crowd and ran towards me. 

“Where did that knife come from…” My heart raced as I asked, bewildered. 

“It was his knife; he was going to stab you in the commotion…” Dexter gripped my shoulders, his voice shaking. “But Phoebe…” 

“You’re brutal! You’re a devil; you stabbed him over and over!” The aunt’s daughter was wailing, and someone had already dialed 911.