Urso narrating
As soon as the motorcycle stopped in front of my house, I got off with my mind racing. My body was there, firmly planted on my hill's ground, but my mind had already crossed the boundary. I had only one thing on my mind: what was I going to do now? What move was I going to make that would be sure, final, devastating. Because if Tiger really had the audacity to help Jéssica leave my hill, he just signed his own death warrant. And he's going to die. Today. Right now. And there will be so many women crying at his coffin that there won't be a dry eye. Two, three, fourteen, twenty-five... I couldn't care less. But his death will be a spectacle.
I entered the house with the stance that war demands. No distractions, no wasted time. I'm the kind of man who gets things done. Who p
