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

security they’d hired

their panic to escape the unexpected intensity of the blaze, they had forgotten

entirely.

the ground were barely recognizalde, their fares pelverized by Longe rage, barely able to form coherent

L. Luigi,” Hake sobbed, blood pouring from his nose.

a protective ball. The fire it was Just

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

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

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

finally spoke, his voice was terrifyingly flat–the calm of a predator who has already decided the fate

hollow and chilling “You want me to spare you because we were friend Did you spare her? Did any of you worthless

moved toward the door.

scrambled after him, leaving bloody

yourselves to Ariana in hell.”

basement door

their blood, Leila rose quickly from the Italian leather sofa where she’d been

her usual

extent of the carnage covering him, her face freezing

completely, turning instead to his

wife’s burial plot been prepared?” His voice

Leila echoed, staring at him in theatrical disbelief. “What

Final Revenge Pirouette: The

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

Luigi’s eyes

never noticed how self–absorbed and manipulative Lella

he said, each word precise and final, “my wife is

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

you forgotten who she was–some scholarship charity case who stole what was rightfully mine?