Russian Roulette Novels & Stories

“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?

Tawnie The next morning, I stood in front of the one-way mirror, looking out over my own small world of chaos. High rollers sat at blackjack and poker tables, gambling their lives away while I stood over them, waiting for one of them not to pay up. It had been weeks since the last idiot had been brave enough to try to run out on a 2.3 million loss. I smiled coldly to myself. That had been a lot of fun.

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

He had just his pistol and if that does not do the job of protection, he would use his second option of trying to deceitfully attack from behind. His pistol bullet went straight to her but she dodged it and ended up knocking it out from his hand. With her boots, she smashed the pistol. He was shocked but then it was time to go back to their dwelling. The siren drew their attention and they went back. Mr Tartal was furious and immediately called out to his men standing. "Bring me Raven alive" he said as they nodded and left. Who was she to be a total block in his game? He's been hatching his plans for a long time and could remember how it all started.