The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 10

A crowd had gradually formed around them.

Tyler, Blake, Derek, and Josh stood nearby, faces etched with horror and genuine remorse. Leila hovered at the edge, her eyes flickering with jealousy and bitter resentment.

Countless others watched with sorrowful gazes.

Luigi acknowledged none of them.

A single devastating fire had transformed Boston overnight.

Within forty–eight hours, every family connected to the “prank” found themselves under brutal attack from the Maggiore empire. Their businesses raided, their reputations destroyed, their futures obliterated.

Their sons–Luigi’s former friends–now locked in the soundproofed basement of his family’s estate, subjected to his unrelenting rage.

Luigi had become something feral, something primal, delivering blow after merciless blow to the ment cowering on the concrete floor.

“WHY THE FUCK WERE THERE GAS CANS IN THAT HOUSE?” he roared, his knuckles split and bleeding. voice barely recognizable. “ANSWER ME!”

“Why did your pussy–ass security run without her?” Another devastating punch landed on Tyler’s already disfigured face.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU GET HER OUT? WHY IS SHE DEAD WHILE YOU WORTHLESS PIECES OF SHIT ARE ESS PIECES OF SHIT ARE STILL BREATHING?”

Each question punctuated with violence, as i

hurting them might somehow lessen his own guilt–as if avenging Ariana could absolve him of being the one who ultimately led her to her death.

According to their original “hilarious prank,” Ariana was never supposed to be in actual danger.

As a precaution, they had stationed men inside to protect her. If the fire got out of control, those men

were supposed to rescue her immediately.

abandoned house had been rigged with gasoline containers they hadn’t put

security they’d hired had prioritized saving themselves.

to escape the unexpected intensity

entirely.

their fares pelverized by Longe rage, barely able

from his nose. We fucked up we know we

this,” Derek whimpered, curled into a protective ball. The fire it was Just supposed

groaned, one eye swollen completely shut “Anything you want,

want,” Josh begged, dragging himself across the floor. “Please, please we’ve

him, pathetic in their terror, foreheads pressed to the concrete in

beyond reason, beyond humanity. When he finally spoke, his voice was terrifyingly flat–the calm of a predator who

were friend Did you spare her? Did any of you worthless fuckers think about her for one second?”

moved toward

leaving bloody handprints on the floor.

yourselves to Ariana

their terrified screams, the basement door

Leila rose quickly from the Italian leather sofa where

attempting her usual

words died when she saw the extent of the carnage covering him, her face freezing

her completely, turning instead to his

been prepared?” His voice was

disbelief.

Final Revenge Pirouette: The

nails digging into his arm, her eyes wide. “I’m your future wife, and I’m very much alive! Have

before him, Luigi’s

how self–absorbed and manipulative

word precise and final, “my wife is not you. It’s

drained all color from her perfect

of wife was that pathetic nobody? Have you forgotten who she was–some scholarship charity case who stole what was rightfully