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 there.

the security they’d hired had prioritized saving

to escape the unexpected intensity of the blaze, they had

entirely.

were barely recognizalde, their fares pelverized by Longe rage, barely able to form coherent words

blood pouring from his nose. We fucked up we know we forked

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

groaned, one eye swollen completely shut “Anything you

you want,” Josh begged, dragging himself across the floor.

a dozen bloodied men knelt before him, pathetic in their terror, foreheads pressed to

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

were friend Did

toward the door.

scrambled after him, leaving bloody

yourselves to Ariana in hell.”

door

upstairs, covered in their blood, Leila rose quickly from the

her usual delicate

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

ignored her completely, turning instead

prepared?” His voice was

at him in theatrical disbelief. “What the actual

Pirouette: The 99th

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

woman before him, Luigi’s eyes filled with

never noticed how self–absorbed and manipulative

each word precise and final,

simple statement drained all color from her perfect face. “You’ve literally gone insane!”

forgotten who she was–some scholarship charity case who stole