Narrated by Urso
The blood boiled under my skin like acid, corroding every part of my judgment. The urge to tear Tigre apart with my own hands grew every second I stared at his brazen face, there, at the entrance to his slum, in the same place where I saw with my own eyes Jessica getting out of his car with that smile of someone who thought she was invincible.
Her body was already all battered. A piece of wood pierced her arm, blood dripping, her moans muffled between pain and humiliation. I had no pity. None. I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her through the back of the entrance, passing through the dirty alleys of Tigre's slum as if I were carrying a filthy animal. The car was in the bushes, hidden just the way I like it, and I threw her body into the trunk with such force that I h
