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.

house had been rigged with gasoline containers they

security they’d hired had prioritized saving themselves.

intensity of

entirely.

on the ground were barely recognizalde, their fares pelverized by Longe rage, barely able to form coherent words through swollen lips and broken

Luigi,” Hake sobbed, blood pouring from his nose. We fucked up we know we

Derek whimpered, curled into a

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

want,” Josh begged, dragging himself across the floor. “Please, please we’ve been friends since kindergarten…”

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

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

Luigi almost laughed, the sound hollow and chilling “You want me to spare you because we were friend Did you spare her? Did any of you worthless fuckers think about

toward the door.

They scrambled after him, leaving bloody handprints on the floor.

to Ariana in hell.”

door slammed

quickly from the Italian leather sofa where she’d been waiting.

she began, attempting her usual

the carnage covering him, her face freezing in

turning instead to his family’s

prepared?” His

staring at him in theatrical disbelief.

Pirouette: The

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

the woman before him, Luigi’s eyes filled with

never noticed how self–absorbed and manipulative Lella truly was?

final, “my

statement 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