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.

somehow, the abandoned house had been rigged with gasoline containers

they’d hired had prioritized saving

the unexpected intensity of the blaze, they had forgotten

entirely.

pelverized by Longe rage, barely able to form coherent words through swollen lips and broken

blood pouring from his nose. We fucked up

wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” Derek whimpered, curled into a protective ball. The fire it was Just supposed to

anything.” Tyler groaned, one eye swollen completely shut “Anything you want, man just

himself across the floor.

in their

he finally spoke, his voice was terrifyingly flat–the calm of a predator who has already decided the fate of

to spare you because we were friend Did you spare her? Did any of you worthless fuckers think about her for one

toward the

after him, leaving bloody handprints on the

to

door slammed shut with terminal finality.

rose quickly from the Italian

attempting her usual delicate

died when she saw the extent of the carnage covering him,

instead to his family’s longtime

wife’s burial plot been prepared?” His

staring at him in theatrical disbelief. “What the actual

Pirouette: The

eyes wide. “I’m your future wife, and I’m very much alive! Have you completely lost it?”

the woman before him, Luigi’s eyes filled with

had he never noticed how self–absorbed and manipulative Lella

word precise and final, “my wife

color from her perfect face. “You’ve literally gone insane!”

was that pathetic nobody? Have you forgotten who she was–some scholarship charity case who stole what was rightfully mine? Don’t tell