Russian Roulette Novels & Stories

"You can leave some cylinders blank. When you fire the weapon, you don't know if a bullet is chambered or not. It helps you behave consistently when firing." "So like Russian roulette?" I ask. Ryan looks at me and narrows his eyes. "In a way, I suppose. But no one is getting shot in the head." "Of course not. That would be breaking the rules of gun safety, and I would never dream of doing something like that," I say in a somewhat teasing voice. Ryan tilts his head. "Are you mocking me?" he asks, the smile in his eyes the only hint that he's merely pretending to be offended.

Many mafia members got out of their seats. Some were leaving to continue their vacation, but the rest were preparing for Elena's game of Russian Roulette. Tyler had, thankfully, taken himself and his date outside to get more refreshments for the room. Because apparently the punishment of an innocent woman made the mafia members very peckish. Elena wanted to throw up. She took a deep breath and tried to think through her situation. "So what exactly happens now?" Elena asked Massimo. "They'll get out an old six-piece revolver," Massimo explained. "Someone will load one bullet and five blanks into the gun. You spin the barrel of the gun, point it at your head, an

My chest tightens as pins and needles burst through my extremities. "If you don't want me to tell him, why did you bring me here? Why are you doing this?" Vince grins at me and leans against the jamb. "It's a bit like Russian roulette, isn't it?" My eyebrows twitch inward. "I don't know what that is." "It's a game of chance. One live bullet in a chamber, a healthy dose of adrenaline." He sniffs and shifts his weight. "You look scared." "I didn't do anything wrong."

I paused a few inches away from him, spinning the revolver in close examination. “A game?” He murmured in a voice thick with dread. “Yes, Cory.” I stopped spinning and reached into my pockets for a couple of billets. “Ever heard of the Russian roulette game?” Slowly, his eyes grew wider, to the point of popping out of their sockets, as he started to realize where we were headed. Together. Well he would separate from me, eventually, if he didn’t cooperate. On his way to freaking hell. “Please,” he started in a quivering voice, “don’t do this.”

“I know you don’t have money problems because I pay you well enough and you don’t have any responsibility yet so tell me Enzo who got to you?” I could see him resisting the urge to spill the truth, the fight going on in his head. He’s probably considering who he fears more. “Talk” I commanded but he remained silent. I guess this is it. “Enzo we are going to play a game called Russian roulette” I say signaling to Alex to hand me the revolver on the wall where some of my guns were arranged. Alex took out the gun handing it to me with a bullet. I load the revolver with the bullet, and spin the cylinder. Pointing the gun at his balls. Enzo’s eyes went wide, pleadi

"I won't kill him. Instead, I'll play a game with him. You'll come to understand that the soft-looking man doesn't deserve to be with you. "Come now, softie! Let's play a game! The winner will get sweetcheeks all to himself!" Jonathan spun the pistol with his fingers. "This pistol has six bullets. I already removed five bullets in advance. We'll take turns shooting ourselves in the head. Let's see who can survive this roulette." He gazed at me contemptuously. "Do you have the guts to accept the challenge?" Who the hell wanted to steal his so-called sweetcheeks from him?

I walked my fingers up his arm, letting my sharp nails leave thin lines of blood everywhere they touched. “He made his choice when he walked into my casino and rang up a grand total of 2.3 million in bets he couldn’t repay.” I dragged my nails over his chest to tap my fingers against his breastbone. His heart pounded, and the blood rushing through his veins made my hunger beat at me even stronger. I leaned down to sniff him before letting him go, fully disgusted. “ALEK!”

My hands started to tremble. "Let's play Russian roulette. Shall we? Plot twist, you're the only player." I gulped. Has he gone stark raving mad? Without dilly-dallying, he loaded a bullet into one of the chambers of his revolver. Spinning the cylinder, he stared back at me with a fiendish grin. Before I could process anything, he placed the gun's muzzle near my head and fired. The amount of shock that banged my system was unsurpassable, beyond comparison. Now I fully understand he wouldn't bat an eyelash just to eradicate a nobody like me.

“There’s no catch. You know I keep to my words. On the count of three, we both reach for the gun. One... “ I didn’t get to two before he was reaching for the gun and pointed it at my head. He pulled the trigger, but was surprised when no bullet came out. He tried four more times, and all he heard was a click. His eyes widened. “There’s no bullet in here.” “This was your chance to prove what type of father you are. I wasn’t expecting anything, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt. Guess what? You passed with flying colors.” He threw the revolver on the table. “This is bullshit.” I pulled the gun towards me, cocking the hammer before pulling the trigger. Fiore hissed in pain when the bullet