Chapter 91 Hold on Just a Little Longer...

"Isaac! Isaac! Maximo shouted full of frustration, but the driver had already hung up.

Máximo tried to call again, however, it was not possible, as the tone indicated that the device had been turned off.

"Damn!" - Maximo growled, hitting the steering wheel. "Those wretched Sinclair’s, they're going to pay me."

Máximo murmured thinking about what he had heard and seen on the video call, with that recording it would be more than enough to sink Héctor Sinclair for the death of Isabella's father.

As for Ricardo Sinclair, Máximo did not see him appear on the scene, but for Máximo, it was certain that this man would also be implicated.

Immediately, Máximo dialed the emergency number, remembering that Isaac said that there was a smell of burning wood. He still didn't know exactly what was going on, but it was best to prevent and call in the army if necessary.

At least, he was already very close, and, in a few minutes, he could face those men, but in the meantime, he was mentally praying for Isabella to be okay.

Because if something happened to his spouse, if she had a single scratch, the smell of smoke that Isaac felt would not be enough when Máximo Collins unleashed hell in the Sinclair mansion.

“ I'm coming for you, my dear, hold on... Hold on just a little longer..." Maximo murmured, eager to arrive.

At the same time, he quickly checked in the glove compartment of his car, making sure that the small weapon that he always kept hidden there in case of emergencies was there.

*

Isaac turned off the phone, it was obvious that his boss would be very angry about it, but he had a powerful reason, he didn't want to be discovered.

The footsteps of the man who spoke by the door felt closer and closer, Hector walked slowly, because he wanted to hear the screams of Isabella and her brother, to make sure that they were dead.

At the same time, the smell of smoke was getting stronger and stronger.

Desperate, Isaac looked around, he still wasn't quite sure what was happening, but he knew he needed to do something to stop that bandit who had just confessed to a murder.

And then, he saw a sculpture next to him, not very big, it was a kind of bust, perhaps an excessively expensive piece of art, but that didn't matter now.

Isaac stood up and grabbed the statue by the shoulders, checking that it did weigh enough and with all the subtlety he could, he resumed his place behind the wall on the side of the entrance through which that murderer would pass.

Hector was ready to leave, feeling victorious, because due to the thickness of the smoke, Isabella and Ricardo no longer had any escape, although he knew that this was not over. First, he had to be discreet, because he didn't know if anyone could be watching him outside when he came out, and he couldn't leave any loose ends.

Hector was well aware that he had to be smart and prepared for anything, so as he headed for the exit, he put his hand in his trouser pocket to tighten the gun he was carrying.

It wasn't part of the plan to shoot someone, it was something he had never done before, however, if everyone ended up thinking that what happened was the result of Maximilian's revenge, then it didn't matter if he got his hands a little dirtier.

A smile full of satisfaction was drawn on Hector's expression, while he remembered that outside, Isabella's driver would surely be waiting for her, that poor wretch would be a victim of his bad luck for being there, because he would end up becoming the final victim of the plan that was about to end.

And just as Héctor crossed the threshold of the corridor to go into the living room, a strong blow to the head made him fall in a daze, causing him to pull the trigger of the gun he was carrying in his pocket when it touched the ground, releasing an unexpected shot.

Isaac had stamped the statue over Hector's head.

A loud scream resounded in the room, a stain of blood began to spread, Hector was writhing, because he had accidentally shot himself, right in the crotch, hitting the target in his manhood.

Hector was screaming in pain, Isaac was petrified for a moment when he saw what happened, but an instant later, when Isaac noticed that Hector was taking his hand out of his pocket along with the gun, the fear of being shot made him act.

Isaac instinctively kicked Hector's hand, forcing him to drop the gun that rolled under a couch, eliciting another scream of pain.

Hector continued to scream, asking for help, at the same time that Isaac doubted what he should do.

"An ambulance!" The driver suddenly let go, desperately trying to turn on the cell phone, moving away from Hector and looking for another phone from which to call faster while the device turned on.

And then, when he turned around, Isaac noticed the large amount of smoke coming out of the crack in the door, the man felt a startle when he remembered that the lady had not appeared, so she was in there?

"It can't be..." Isaac murmured with his heart in his throat.

The man turned on his heels, tossing the cell phone aside, and ignoring all of Hector's screams and desperate cries for help, he threw himself to Hector's side to begin rummaging through his pockets, including his bloody pants.

"The key, the key! where is it?!" Isaac said desperately.

Until he finally found a couple of sets of keys, one of those had to be from the door.

Isaac ran to that closed door, which was spewing more and more smoke, when a huge ball of smoke practically blinded him.

*

Isabella was scared, she was panicked indeed, but she was not going to let fear take her life and that of her son.

She was determined to get out of there, against all odds, she had faith.

Although he had already broken almost all the cards trying to open the door, practically exhausting his options, there was still one left and that would be his key, his salvation, it was all or nothing.

"Because this pauper, the disinherited one of the family, as you all called me, will be the one who saves your life. The young woman inserted the card, inhaling deeply.

Although on the outside she looked very confident and determined, on the inside, she was praying for everything to go well, when suddenly a shot rang out outside.

Isabella was startled at the sudden noise.

"Oh, heavens! He groaned thinking of the million possibilities of what could have happened.

The driver, an employee who came back earlier, his grandmother, any other victim of Hector?

The young woman felt her heart gallop hard, the drops of sweat fell abundantly down her forehead, Isabella closed her eyes, pushed the door with her body and slid the last card with a little more delicacy and calm, while moving the knob slightly, in a synchronized way.

Ricardo watched in amazement as the door opened, letting out all the smoke.

They both rushed out, practically fell into the hallway, kneeling, coughing from the smoke, trying to catch their breath.

Isabella looked up to find the figure of a man, terror took hold of the young woman who felt dazed as she left the room burning, would Hector take care of finishing her now that she had escaped?

"Madam! A man's scream was heard, and she saw Isaac crouch down next to her, trying to help her.

Isabella's eyes crystallized, had she made it? Yes, she felt like she was receiving a miracle the moment Isaac took her by the arm to help her up.

Isaac helped her advance, moving Isabella away from the smoke and the heat of the flames, Ricardo got up as best he could and walked behind them with difficulty.

Both were surprised to hear some screams, it was Héctor's voice asking for help.

But it was more impressive to find Hector's bloodied body in the living room.

"Isaac! After a few seconds contemplating the horrible scene and noticing the driver's bloodstained hands, Isabella put a hand to her lips, trembling. "What..., what happened?"

"It's not what you think, ma'am... The man shot himself by accident. The driver clarified.

"What?" Ricardo looked at him perplexed. - Bastard, unhappy... You deserve it for being a traitor..." He spat angrily, kicking Hector who screamed in pain.

"Come on, ma'am, I have to get you out of here..." Isaac pushed Isabella to keep moving forward.

"But we can't leave it like that...

"We'll call an ambulance, first I have to make sure you're safe..." Isaac practically begged.

A second later something was heard far away, another shot, everyone looked at each other with fear, Isaac began to advance towards the exit, Isabella followed him, holding on to him, further behind was Ricardo.

Just as they left the house, the roar of an engine caught everyone's attention, Maximo was reaching the front of the mansion and just by seeing the car approaching at full speed, Isabella felt how her whole body relaxed.

The car stopped in front of them, the car door opened, and Máximo came out with a wrinkled eyebrow, with that dark look and practically blowing smoke, like an enraged bull, awakening fear in those present.

"Max..." Isabella blurted out as she saw him approaching.

However, her spouse only looked at her for a second, noticing her with her clothes torn and blackened, dirty, disheveled. In addition to detailing the driver's bloodstained hands.

Maximo walked steadily toward Ricardo, stopping just a few steps away from the man to raise the gun, pointing it right at his head, showing an angry expression.