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

security they’d hired had prioritized

intensity of the blaze, they had forgotten Ariana

entirely.

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

pouring from his nose. We fucked up we know

into a protective ball. The fire it was Just supposed to

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

dad will pay whatever you want,” Josh begged, dragging himself across the floor. “Please, please we’ve been friends

before him, pathetic in their terror, foreheads pressed to the concrete in supplication.

man standing over them seemed beyond reason, beyond humanity. When he finally spoke, his voice was terrifyingly flat–the calm of a predator who has already decided the fate of

almost laughed, the sound hollow and chilling “You want me to spare you because we were friend Did you spare her? Did any

moved toward the door.

They scrambled after him, leaving bloody handprints on the

to Ariana in hell.”

basement door slammed shut with terminal

covered in their blood, Leila rose quickly from the Italian

began, attempting her usual delicate tone.

of the carnage

instead

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

him in theatrical disbelief. “What

Revenge Pirouette:

digging into his arm, her eyes wide. “I’m your future wife, and I’m

woman before him, Luigi’s eyes

he never noticed how self–absorbed and manipulative Lella truly

and final, “my

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

was–some scholarship charity case who stole what was