Russian Roulette: One Life Novels & Stories

[ Alessandro De Niro ] Life is not less than a game of chess.Everyon single move taken smartly would lead to win the game by checkmating the king . It wasn't certainly going to start with my slaughter at my own house.Five Russian men were pointing their guns at me with their boss at the center,one order from him would certainly transform my body into a seive. "You're not here to kill me,am I right Nicolai?"I tried to look unphased by the presence of my enemy at my door.

The day of judgment was set in the family's underground council chamber. Alexander slammed a revolver onto the table in front of all the elders. "Russian Roulette," he said, scanning the room coldly. "One bullet, a one-in-six chance. If the Donna survives, the past is wiped clean." The elders whispered among themselves and eventually nodded in agreement. Alexander didn't check the cylinder in public; he seemed confident in his arrangement. He picked up the gun and strode over to me.

Before that, he loaded one bullet into the pistol with a Double-Action Revolver style. Right now, we were in the backyard of Zeus' palace. The morning that should have been bright but has turned dark, because of the screams of pain from the people in front of me. I saw about 7 people who were tied up by Zeus' bodyguards, they were tied to iron poles. "This is a game of Russian Roulette. I want you to execute these rebels, using your wits. Because there's only one bullet in this gun. You have to remember, there's only one bullet in this gun." Zeus looked at me, smiling horribly.

It was brought to him, and he filled it with one cartridge before locking it back. “I love to play Russian Roulette. It's the truest meaning of a game of life and death.” He announced, looking at the revolver as though he held one for the first time. “Any pull of my trigger could have your life off in a heartbeat… Why isn't he talking? Oh. There's tape on his mouth. Go rip it off.” Again, the same man went to remove the tape, and took it off with the utmost brutality, causing their victim to cry out so loud that it hurt my ears.

“Have you ever felt drawn to follow a true man? A man of principle, of greatness—someone who gives purpose to your life? Loyalty isn’t about who came first. It’s about who deserves to be followed.” He pressed the barrel of his gun under Tullio’s jaw, forcing him to look at the screen. “Tell them, Tullio. If Basim and Haroun walked in this room right now, and I put this gun in your hand—would you pull the trigger? Kill one of them so you could live?” Tullio’s swollen eyes flickered, desperation leaking through. “You’d… let me go? Just like that?” “Yes,” Raffaele said calmly. “A life for a life. Just like that. We’ll make it simple—Russian roulette. You don’t even have to choose who dies. Just

“I want to see you mourn.” Before I could react, he swung the gun toward Russell. Time slowed. My heart stopped as his finger tightened on the trigger. “A life for a life.” “No!”

“Pivot ninety degrees. Now.” I didn't hesitate. I trusted his eyes more than my own. I spun on my left knee, my body twisting ninety degrees into the darkness just as a tongue of bright muzzle flare illuminated the shipping lane on my left. A high velocity round tore through the yellow steel of the shipping container right where my head had been a millisecond before, showering my shoulder with white-hot sparks and metal fragments. But I was already under his trajectory. I leveled my weapon, my breathing entirely still, and squeezed the trigger three times.

"You know Russian roulette. Seven chambers. One bullet. We take turns. Three pulls each. If we're both alive after six, I'll forgive you." Manuel went still. "Do you really have to be this cold?" "Yeah." Her voice didn't shift. "As long as I'm alive, I can't forgive you. So we leave it to fate. If we both make it, maybe that means I should." "Fine." Manuel clenched his jaw. "Then fate gets to decide." He snatched the revolver off the table, pressed it to his temple, and pulled the trigger. Click. Empty. Shiloh's turn.

He cursed in his head. "I can get the gun and swing it the other way once the timer goes off" DiCarlo suggested but Bruno stayed mute. He tried to find the rhythm in everything she said. That was what Salvatore Moretti taught him to do when he was faced with a puzzle. "Sometimes life will throw bullets at you; it could either be a Russian roulette or fire squad. Find the rhythm and choose your next step carefully" he remembered and suddenly it struck him.

But I couldn’t lift my head to watch him approaching. He stopped right in front of me, but I kept my gaze fixed on the table. The sound of metal reached my ears as half a dozen bronze bullets scattered onto the wooden table. I watched as Caeson reached for one of them. “Are you familiar with the term, ‘Russian roulette’?” My gaze slid up to him swiftly in horror as he spun the silver cylinder.