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I crawl backwards some more and bump into Russo. “Yes, I think you’ll like that won’t you Lily?” he smiles leeringly at me. I came here to seek vengeance and this mad man’s tyranny ends today. This mad man’s tyranny ends right here, right now. My hand touches Russo’s gun and it is my turn to smile. “I think you’re full of shit.” I pull the trigger.

Footsteps closer. Another shot rang out. A body hits the floor, rolling until his dead eyes are staring straight into mine. I scream. I can’t help it. The hole in his head, the slack mouth, it’s burned into my vision. “Aleksei, don’t you dare shoot, you bastard,” the other man snarls. “Or I’ll put a bullet in your wife. The stupid bitch is right in my line of fire. Get out here!” The words are Russian, but I understand enough, he knows exactly where I am.

His voice was low and soft, and it scared me more than if he would have shouted. “Watch how you speak to me, or you’ll soon find out how sick I really am.” My breath shook, but I held his stare. Russian roulette. One blink, and I’d be dead. Maybe that would be a quicker demise than what he had in store for me. His eyes warned, Don’t play games you can’t win. Mine said, This isn’t a game. It’s hell. After a tense pause, he released me. “You, Mila, are just a means to an end. I won’t say I didn’t enjoy it though.” His gaze flicked to the TV as my moans grew louder. “Such an enthusiastic kotyonok.”

My eyes went dead, he was the reason why I was shot, why our child died. The man was shaking looking like he wanted to pee in his pants, I knew Matteo better he wouldn't kill him, he was more of a mind game torture kind of guy. "Do you want to play Russian roulette?" he asked. The man's hands trembled as he reached for the gun. He knew that if he refused to play, he would be killed. If he played, he had a one-in-six chance of survival. "Who else?" Matteo said in his authoritative voice and the man pointed to a bald man.

A game that required someone willing to risk their life. Russian Roulette. He laughed. I'll never forget that laugh. The head of the Southerns chuckled and said, “You’re an interesting young woman. I’ll play this game with you, but only if you promise not to chicken out.” I smiled and nodded. One bullet loaded, five empty chambers. I was betting my life on it for Lucian. But I felt confident. My father had taught me to be strong, bold, even savage when necessary. The game began. Five minutes later, we’d shot four blanks, and there were two chambers left. One contained a bullet; the other was empty. I didn’t flinch, but the head of the Southerns did.

he sipped on his vodka. “Они убьют меня в конце этого, и так будет лучше (They'll kill me at the end of this and it's better off like that)” I replied in Russian.” “Как черт они сделали бы. Я выстрелю каждому из их черепов и смотрю, как они истекают кровью. (Like hell they would. I’ll shoot every one of their skulls and watch them bleed out.)” he growled lowly that it seemed like he was ready to cut someone open.

Memories of people yelling at her and calling her a thief, memories of people throwing dirt and water at her came flashing through her mind. " Kill her...kill her. She's a thief...a murderer and she deserves to die, she deserves to be burnt to death" " You're disgrace to humanity, you animal!" Raven could hear people yelling in her head. Before she knew it, her head started spinning and everywhere became blurry. Her body went stiff and cold even the more and she started gasping for breath. The police stopped on their track on hearing a loud thud on the floor. Turning, they were shocked to see Raven, lying lifelessly on the floor.

They'd had a huge fight, so she'd come running back to her ex, hoping Isak would marry her as a final 'fuck you' to Sandro. After a long hesitation, I grabbed my car keys, the wound in my side throbbing. I didn't know what I expected to see. Maybe I just needed to see him risk his life for another woman one last time. Maybe that would finally kill the last bit of hope I had left. Russian Roulette. The cruelest duel. One bullet in a six-shooter. They take turns until someone's dead. Sandro was arrogant and brutal. Isak wouldn't stand a chance.

Fifteen Years Later. Vso bez teb ne tak Lechu tebe ya slovno kometa I dazhe pod dulom pistoleta Yes naydu tebya, yes, yes naydu, Tebya, yes. A piece of the lyrics of Jony's song entitled Kometa can be heard from behind the crowd on the beach. Sarra got up, he knew whose voice was singing the song that came from Russia. Sarra walked slowly to peek through the curtain covering the glass wall, her heart trembled as if she felt the regret from her husband.

The darkness was so complete that I couldn't see my own hands, and the sound of the car's engine echoed off the walls in a way that made me feel like we were descending into the underworld itself. "Ahhh!" I screamed when something suddenly exploded with a loud bang. I grabbed my ears as the sound reverberated through the confined space of the tunnel. The car came to an abrupt stop, and I heard Truson's men cursing violently in multiple languages. The man in the driver's seat got out, along with the one on my left, but I recognized this as the opportunity I had been desperately waiting for. I didn't let it pass. With all the strength I could muster, I kicked the man hard, sending him tumbling