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Not tight… but just enough to let me know he won’t be letting me go this time. Or anytime soon. “Running again?” He asked. “I’m not running,” I lied. Our eyes met and I swear he could tell. His gaze dropped briefly to my mouth before returning to my eyes. “Then stay.” He said softly. I couldn’t refuse. Didn’t have the willpower to. The violin band shifted songs. “Dandelions” by Ruth B. filled the air. Wow, perfect timing to let my emotions shoot through the roof. Stupid band. Stupid feelings.

I said with a huge grin while I mockingly laughed at him. Aiden then looked at Diego, “Judging by your breathing, your ribs are already broken. Your legs are broken since you can stand and well, if you are not able to sit well, we all know why.” Then he looked at him with a smirk, “So now we play Russian roulette. You remember that, don’t you Diego?” Diego’s eyes widened and he shakes his head. “No. Please. I’m sorry. I won’t ever hurt Thalia again. Please just let me go.”

“I know just the game. Something to get the blood pumping.” Rook stepped forward, his posture suddenly radiating an almost predatory stillness. “Russian roulette.” My breath hitched. The words hung in the air, heavy and dark. My smile faltered. “Russian… roulette? You’re serious?” Jax, who had been relaxed moments before, shifted, his eyes flicking to his brothers, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. “Of course, we’re serious, Maddie,” Rook said, his voice soft, almost a purr. “A little game of chance. Keeps things interesting.”

And I think, maybe for the first time… I want to. “Russian roulette,” I say, calm as ice. “If you’re lucky, you take Stone and leave this ship. I’ll wire fifteen million to a Swiss account of your choosing. More than enough for plastic surgery, a new passport, a new face — so I never have to see your rotting soul behind those pretty eyes again.” Céline exhales, sharp and shallow. “And if I’m not lucky?” I smile. Madness curls at the edges of my mind like smoke, sweet and slow.

The silk of my robe shifted against my skin as I spun. “Ohh, there’s going to be chaos… chaos… chaos…” I sang as I tilted my head back and laughed. “They’re going to scream, they’re going to run… and I’ll be the one holding the gun…” My fingers traced the rim of the glass as I twirled again. “They’ll trust me, need me, bleed for me… and I’ll be the one who’s truly free…” I grinned as I whispered the next line, barely louder than the beat in the room.

“Dammit! Where are you?” "Hello Mike honey," Marilyn said warmly at the other end of the line. FUCK! Mike froze. “What? No greetings? Surprised to hear from me?" Marilyn said from the other side. "We're throwing a small party here, but you're not invited; would you like to know who's performing?" Mike could hear faint muted voices from behind her as she chuckled. "Let me go!" Leah screamed, followed by Rob's groan. Mike stood speechless. "Well, tonight's show is named The Russian Roulette." Eric's voice came from the other side this time.

If and when they decided to let her out of this cage, she would grab the first thing that would allow her to off herself before they caused any more harm— The bedroom doorknob gave a rattle. Dani’s teary gaze darted towards the exit. The knob twisted in place, repeatedly, as if whoever was on the other side refused to acknowledge it was locked. There were two male voices, muffled, speaking in Russian. Her chest tightened. Her ears strained to hear Alexei, but it didn’t sound like him. Could they be his allies? Or had they been Viktor’s men all along? There was a kick at the door. The knob didn’t give, but it sent Dani jumping. The men burst into laughter, and Dani stopped breathing.

I shook my head and said, "No, don't gamble with your lives!" At this moment, I had already understood Bleak's words. They staked themselves. There was only one gambling game concerning a revolver, Russian roulette!

Glen shouted, glaring daggers at Frederick. Aleena raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips. "If you insist on fighting, I have a compromise." She placed a heavy revolver on the table, her expression serious. "In Chiusil, we have a fashionable way to settle such matters. We call it Russian Roulette." "Whoever the gun points to, that person pulls the trigger on themselves. Let's see if you Drakonians have the guts to play!"

Seeing the pain and regret on her face was enough for him to decide how to play with her. “You deceived me, you dare trick me, '' Laura screamed but it was too late to take back her words. “Now we shall play my favorite game, how do you like Russian roulette?” he asked with a wide grin. Now the beast in him was awake and ready to play.