Nicole narrating
He shot up the hill, and I knew he was going to cause some damage, and I stood there, completely frozen. My blood was boiling, my heart racing, my mind throbbing with anger. The image of Jéssica entering the hill, with a big, heavy, organized affront, corroded me inside like acid. The damn argument over the phone still hammered in my head, the voice of that b***h, mocking, thinking she was above everything, as if she owned the whole damn place. I just wished she had answered me now, oh... how I wished!
But nothing, absolutely nothing, could take away the hatred I felt for that woman. And it wasn't just because of Urso. It wasn't a matter of a man. It was about honor. For Sophia. For all the s**t that woman caused. For the filth she spread, the cowardice, the wounds she
