Russian Roulette Lyrics Novels & Stories

Miguel cried out in pain—his leg was wounded. “Even if you kill me, I’ll never tell you where she is!” Miguel shouted, trying to endure the pain from Ryan’s relentless kicks. “You really want to die, huh?!” Ryan threatened. Miguel laughed bitterly as he pressed on his bleeding leg. “I’m not afraid of dying, Mr. Salazar,” he said boldly, infuriating Ryan further. “Even if you bury me alive, you won’t get anything from me.” “We’ll see if you’re still that brave when you see the gift I brought for you,” Ryan sneered before turning to his men. “Bring in the gift I got for him.”

The day of judgment was set in the family's underground council chamber. Alexander slammed a revolver onto the table in front of all the elders. "Russian Roulette," he said, scanning the room coldly. "One bullet, a one-in-six chance. If the Donna survives, the past is wiped clean." The elders whispered among themselves and eventually nodded in agreement. Alexander didn't check the cylinder in public; he seemed confident in his arrangement. He picked up the gun and strode over to me.

‎Every syllable slides over my skin like a blade wrapped in velvet. ‎I step forward, boots silent on the marble that reflects the city lights like black ice. ‎“Don’t flatter yourself,” I snap. “I’m here to tell you to back the fuck off.” ‎He swirls the whiskey in his glass, amber liquid catching the light like liquid fire. ‎“Language, krasotka.” ‎The Russian pet name punches the air from my lungs. ‎“Don’t call me that.” ‎He smiles, slow, filthy, sinful.

"None of what you had ever belonged to you in the first place." The door closed. Behind me, I could hear Simon sobbing. I never looked back.

I despised myself for dragging her into this mess. I knew Scorpio would hurt her. As I watched him aim his gun at her, my chest tightened. The thought of him pulling the trigger was unbearable. A hot tear slipped down my face. Just then, a loud gunshot echoed in the room. To my shock, Scorpio collapsed to the ground. The room erupted in chaos. Gunfire filled the air as the Russian men fell one by one.

I press the blade against Ryan’s leg, digging it into his flesh slowly, watching the pain contort his face. “You think this is a fucking joke?” I snarl, pushing harder until Ryan screams. “Stop, stop!” he gasps. “It’s... it’s not an item they’re after! You think the Russians want something from her?” Tony pauses, and Demitri steps closer, his eyes narrowing. “What do they want, Ryan?” Demitri demands. “What does Sergei want from her?” Ryan laughs again, a sick, twisted sound that’s full of pain. “It’s not... it’s not a thing. They’re after something else... a song.”

Saint responds, distracting me from my thoughts, "We should focus on those guys. They are about to play Pussy Russian Roulette and the blond one is about to shoot himself on the leg.” Now I have to look at that. I sneak a quick glance at the big mahogany table behind us and finally see what those guys are laughing and yelling about (harder than before). They're all putting copious amounts of money in the middle and one of them pulls out a gun and makes a whole show of showing just one bullet inside of it. Then he spins the thingy. Saint said the blond one was going to lose, so I wait with morbid anticipation until it’s his turn. There’s a muted sound and then he’s groaning in pain, getting u

"Russian roulette? Derek, tell me you're joking." Derek stared at his phone screen like it might change if he looked hard enough. "That's what it says. 'The game has changed. Russian roulette. One bullet, one chance.'" My knees gave out. I grabbed the nearest marble pillar in the lobby to keep from falling. "He's going to kill you." "Maybe it's a metaphor." Derek's voice cracked. "Like, you know, one shot at winning?"

“So fucking perfect. Just like I always wanted it.” My thumbs brushed over her nipples, pinching them while my cock drove into her soaked pussy, every slap of skin against skin making me lose myself more. Lust coated my brain. I was lost—completely lost in the sea of desire. The bed shook beneath us, every slam of skin against skin echoing through the room, tangled with our ragged moans. The sound only fueled my hunger, pushing me further into madness. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I growled into her ear, my thrusts becoming brutal.

He seemed to understand the look in my eyes so he spoke up. “Let him see, Evelyn. Let him see how far you’ve come while he was busy destroying himself.” My thoughts ran wild but soon a dangerous smile appeared on my face. “Fine,” I stated, my voice dripping with venom. “If we are going to burn him down, we might as well do it in the spotlight.” Leo suddenly froze near the couch, with his head tilted. Then he waddled toward me with something pinched between his fingers. “Mama… I found this.”