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.

the abandoned house had been rigged with gasoline containers they

the security they’d hired had prioritized

escape the unexpected intensity of the blaze, they

entirely.

pelverized by Longe rage,

his nose. We

curled into a protective ball. The fire it

do anything.” Tyler groaned, one eye swollen completely shut

you want,” Josh begged, dragging himself

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

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

chilling “You want me to spare you because we were friend Did you spare her? Did

moved toward the

him, leaving bloody handprints

explain yourselves to

the basement door

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

attempting her usual delicate tone.

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

completely, turning instead to his family’s longtime

burial plot been prepared?” His voice was raw from

disbelief.

Pirouette: The 99th &

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

before him, Luigi’s

he never noticed how self–absorbed and manipulative Lella truly

each word precise and final, “my wife is not you.

her perfect face. “You’ve literally gone

Have you forgotten who she was–some scholarship charity case who stole what was rightfully mine? Don’t tell me you