Russian Roulette Lyrics Novels & Stories

The energy in the room shifted from celebratory to lethal. “Let’s make the Russo Famiglia the most feared name in this city once more!” I yelled over the uproar, feeling the adrenaline spike in my veins. “Let’s reclaim our place at the top! New York belongs to us!” The howling turned into a chant. “RUSSO! RUSSO! RUSSO!” I stepped back as a cold smile appeared on my lips. This was where I belonged. Not in a quiet house wondering why a woman hadn't called me. Not playing protector to someone who chose a man in a suit over a man with a gun.

He knew exactly how to unravel me. I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. “I want to watch you fall apart,” he said, his hips never stopping their relentless rhythm. “Want to see your face when you cum on my cock.” Matteo’s words sent heat flooding through me. One of his hands slid between us, finding my clit, and I cried out at the added sensation. “That’s it,” he murmured, his fingers circling in time with his thrusts. “Let me hear you. No one can hear us here. Just let go.”

Let’s just say Ratchet is lucky he is gay and married or I would have to knock his ass out. Silvy is grinding against him and shaking her hips. Hips that I have had my hands on and want on again. She is sexy as hell. I see many eyes glued to her and I don’t like it. Thankfully the song ends. Ratchet does an exaggerated bow and kisses Silvy’s hand before walking away. Lug starts singing ‘Rumor’ by Lee Brice as my feet move to Silvy. I want to catch her before she leaves the floor. I grab her hand as she passes. Silvy spins around and tries to yank her hand free before she notices it is my.

Cassian’s fingers played with my nipples, pinching and tugging harder, while his other hand guided the gun’s movement inside me, pushing, twisting, pulling—slowly, torturously. “Now you’re wet…” he murmured, voice low, cruelly amused. “I still have more questions… But we will play a game.” His tone came dark. “What kind of game master?” My trembling voice asked. “It is called Russian Roulette,” he said, and my heart dropped… I’ve heard about this deadly game before. The one where a revolver holds a single bullet, and players take turns pulling the trigger, hoping the chamber is empty. The one where someone always loses.

Inhale. Exhale. Don’t lose your shit. Repeat. The inside of my throat burns. The decomposing of nausea swirls in my stomach, no matter how hard I try to push through it; to fight it. In some weird sense of thinking, I’m starting to believe that death is the only way out of here. The devil himself refuses to let me go any other way. It’s like a dark cloud is always hovering over my head and the lives of those I care about have been thrust into a cursed game of Russian Roulette.

" Please don't shoot my men." " I know, I'm just kidding. Be careful out there." I tell him. " Sure, baby. I'll go first, follow my lead." Gray pecks my cheek and stomps off. I cock my guns and walk back to endless gun shots. The tables are already turned as people used them as shields. I hide behind a table and look at Gray. He's shooting back at the Russians like the monster he is. I aim both guns at the Russians who rushes inside the club as I pull the trigger. Boom! They fall down dead. Perfect head shot. I shut the good girl side of me as I shoot at every enemies that rushes in. This Russians are more than us and they ain't giving up cause they always rushed in.

Ayy New money, suit and tie I can read you like a magazine Ain't it funny, rumors fly And I know you heard about me So hey, let's be friends I'm dyin' to see how this one ends Grab your passport and my hand I can make the bad guys good for a weekend So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over, mm If the high was worth the pain Got a long list of ex lovers They'll tell you I'm insane 'Cause you know I love the players And you love the game 'Cause we're young and we're reckless

“Or is it lying to men who could kill you with a word?” Her lips curved into a razor smile. “Russian roulette, but only when I’m the one holding the gun.” A beat of silence, thick and electric. When Dante’s laugh came low, genuine this time, though it was no less dangerous. He drained the last of his drink and set the glass down with deliberate care. “You’re entertaining,” he said finally, his tone shifting, loosening its grip just enough for her to breathe. “That’s rare in this city.”

I stared at him in confusion. “…Guns ‘N Roses? …off of Use Your Illusion?” Ryan saw I had no idea what he was talking about. “Well, it was a good allusion. Ha – ‘allusion’… ‘illusion’…” “You’re such a dork,” I teased him. “And you’re functionally rock ‘n roll illiterate,” he kidded me back. “I know all the important songs.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah. Like yours,” I said in a playfully saccharine voice.

Everyone freezes, eyes train on the empty, open door. Caleb scuttles inside, I shift against the wall, and the man swallows. “What is that?” Yosef's voice quivers. Chain rattles from afar, screams ring, earth quaking. A gunshot blasts. “My fucking leg!” “Run!” “They’ve gone mad!” Footsteps close in, before a crashing sound, and a man prattling in Russian. Then it sounds: deep, terrifying growls. The room holds its breath. A soldier pulls out his Pistol. “Is that what I think it is?”