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.

had been rigged with gasoline

they’d hired had prioritized saving themselves.

intensity of the blaze, they had forgotten

entirely.

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

blood pouring from his nose. We fucked

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

do anything.” Tyler groaned, one eye swollen completely shut “Anything you want, man just don’t kill

dad will pay whatever you want,” Josh begged, dragging himself across the floor. “Please,

pathetic in their terror, foreheads pressed to the concrete in

he finally spoke, his voice was terrifyingly flat–the calm

because we were friend Did you spare her? Did any of you worthless fuckers think

toward the

him, leaving bloody handprints on the floor.

explain yourselves to Ariana in

door slammed shut with

blood, Leila rose quickly from the

she began, attempting her usual delicate

she saw the extent of the carnage covering him, her face freezing in naked fear.

instead to his family’s

my wife’s burial plot been prepared?” His voice was

staring at him in theatrical disbelief. “What the actual fuck are you talking about?”

Pirouette: The 99th

eyes wide. “I’m your future wife, and I’m

before him, Luigi’s eyes

never noticed how self–absorbed and

and final, “my wife is not you. It’s Ariana.”

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

scholarship charity case who stole what was rightfully mine? Don’t tell me you