Finger On The Trigger To My Dear Juliet Novels & Stories

Without thinking, I followed him inside. At the corner of the hallway, Juliet threw herself into Luke's arms. He pulled her in easily, one arm circling her waist before sliding down to squeeze her butt, drawing a breathy protest from her. He wrapped both arms around her. "Guess what I prepared as a wedding gift for you?" Juliet's face stiffened for a second, but just as quickly, something heated flickered in her eyes. She let him guide her hand lower. "It's your favorite little bondage game," he said, tapping the tip of her nose.

"Let's raise the stakes. Simple life and death is so boring." Clara let out a coquettish laugh, nearly collapsing into his arms, the swell of her breasts brushing against the collar of his shirt. "Then we'll do what Killian says." I looked at the gun. It was my turn. I caught a glimpse of the single bullet in the cylinder, and my heart began to race. When my turn came, I prayed for an empty chamber. I pulled the trigger. Click. The hammer fell on an empty chamber. "Whoa, is Seraphina playing for real tonight?" A few lewd whistles came from the crowd.

I am just a poor little girl not fit to do anything but spread my legs for a man. Her voice was sickly sweet and very girly then with a flick of her wrist there was a loud snap and Romero held his head in his hands when the Leader let out an agonised scream and fainted. Juliette sighed theatrically as she dropped him to the floor and with a look of utter distaste on her face she crouched down and wiped her hands on his jacket then reached inside for his gun. Pushing herself to her feet in a graceful feline motion she turned to the Dons and their wives and said in a low threatening voice,

My ring finger hit the floor before the pain reached me. All I heard was a clean, brittle crack. The severed finger, still wearing the Ossuary Signet, rolled across the expensive, handwoven carpet. Blood sprayed out, splashing over the crystal-studded heels of Sofia Constanzo. "How horrible. There is so much blood," Sofia screamed and collapsed into Luca Rossi's arms. The man gripping the bloodstained cigar cutter was someone I had trusted for 20 years and loved for ten.

CHAPTER EIGHT, POV: Julian Vane The silver ring on my finger felt like a brand of hot iron. Every time I looked at it, I saw Leo’s face as the bullet hit his shoulder the look of pure, unadulterated shock that I, the "useless" brother, had actually pulled the trigger. I was sitting in the back of the Moretti library, a room that smelled of old parchment and expensive bourbon. I wasn't reading. I was staring at the wall, waiting for the adrenaline to stop vibrating in my bones.

Sweat dripping from his temples and pulse picked up. "Wow! Now i am feeling like that Romeo you said earlier. Now you will face the consequences of touching my Juliet. I swear i am not at all soft Romeo like back then in the stories.", I kicked one more time in his ribs making him yelp. I just removed gun from his mouth only to fire it in the air. It's a kind of signal to Alex, let him knew that i was trapped inside. "NOOO", Stella shouted cupping her ears in her hands.

I couldn’t look away from that index finger resting on the trigger. “SIGN THE DAMN THING!” Luke roared like a crazed animal, his eyes wild with rage. “OR I’LL BLOW HER FUCKING BRAINS OUT!” I looked down at the contract on the worn table, contemplating my next move—my mind was flipping through the possible options at a furious speed. “Noooo! Don’t do it, Ralph, please!” Juliette screamed over his voice. And the gun clicked, ready to fire. “SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU STINKING WHORE!”

Roman rasped with a glare Juliet brought out her gun immediately pointing it at Roman and he moved closer to her Roman straightened the gun directly to his cheat when he was up close “ Shoot, I dare you” Roman mumbled with a devilish glare “ What….the hell are you…doing….” Juliet stuttered trying to pull the gun away but Roman tightened his hold “ Are you afraid or what you can't shoot my heart what about my brain then” Roman rasped bringing the gun to his head and tighting his hold

“If you want to play games, I’ll play with you. “The five bullets that were removed represent respect of the five houses of the Yorks. “The last bullet is a statement for a man and a husband. “From now on, it’s all up to fate!” Marcel York then placed the revolver barrel against Julian York’s right shoulder. Soon after, he calmly pulled the trigger. Bang! With the sound of a loud gunshot, Julian trembled before his entire body was sent flying by a great force.

He reached out before stopping halfway. He was trembling badly. His tears fell and dropped onto my arm. Slowly, he reached out and gently touched the scar on my shoulder. He traced the scar with his finger. "Juliet."