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

hired had prioritized

in their panic to escape the unexpected intensity of the

entirely.

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

blood pouring from his nose. We fucked

into a protective ball. The

groaned, one eye swollen completely shut “Anything you want, man just don’t

whatever you want,” Josh begged, dragging himself across the floor. “Please, please

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

humanity. When he finally spoke, his voice

we were friend Did you spare her? Did any of you worthless

toward the

after him, leaving bloody handprints on the floor.

explain yourselves to Ariana in

terrified screams, the basement door slammed shut with terminal

Leila rose quickly from the Italian leather sofa

her usual

of the carnage covering him, her face freezing

her completely, turning instead to his

wife’s burial plot been prepared?” His voice

staring at him in theatrical disbelief. “What the actual fuck are you

Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th &

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

woman before him, Luigi’s eyes

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

he said, each word precise and final, “my wife is not you. It’s

simple statement drained all color from her

that pathetic nobody? Have you forgotten who she was–some scholarship charity case who stole what was rightfully mine? Don’t tell