Russian Roulette: One Life Novels & Stories

“Your father called me here for two things. One of which you already know, the second one is to test you.” He picked the gun and popped open the cylinder, sliding one bullet inside. “I’m not into fancy tests, riddles or shit like that. Russian roulette. Simple rules. Simple game.” I rolled my eyes at him, already tired of our interaction. “I’m not here for games.” He spun the bullet chamber and snapped it shut. “Two pulls.” He tossed the gun my way and I caught it from the air. Of course he does something like this. His brain is too stupid to come up with something that doesn’t involve death.

“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

"Russian Roulette. The oldest rule of the Mafia." Vincent lit a cigar and looked down at him. "You want forgiveness? Prove your sincerity. Fire three shots at yourself. If you're lucky enough to survive, I'll let you get lost. If you die, you'll make good fertilizer for the rose field." Alexander looked at the gun on the ground without hesitation. As long as it could quell Ivy’s anger, he wouldn't hesitate even if it meant going to hell. He bent down, picked up the cold revolver, and pressed the muzzle directly against his left thigh.

Anger seething through me at the idea of just killing him with my bare hands than having to go through this Russia roulette bullshit. I can also see it in Enzo's demeanor as we all step into the living room. A round table with two chairs opposite each other and two revolvers already set in the center of the living room. Zayn sends out all his guards keeping only one by the door and giving us as much privacy as we need. "How is the maid by the way? I hope she didn't die," Zayn chuckles as he sits down on one of the chairs grabbing one of the revolvers on the table, I sit on the opposite chair not answering his questions while Enzo stands beside me.

My voice quaked, my heart drumming so loudly I feared I was going to pass out. Finally, he slid his intense gaze to me. His stare was chilling and his eyes looked...dead. "I told you I was going to give you a reward, didn't I?" he said, holding up a bullet. Then, with expert ease, he pushed it into one of the gruesome holes of the rotating cylinder, slammed it shut, and then rolled it close with a blurry speed. "We're going to play Russian roulette, but you'll be the only one who gets to shoot." My pulse skittered, the nauseous feeling turning my stomach making my eyes burn.

There was a twinkle in his eyes, meaning that he had a plan, meaning that his plan was that he knew her plan. "I won't choose." She said to Payne, sniffing. She clasped her knife firmly. "Well then. You must be forgetting we have a fucking ticking time bomb. I will help you make your decision faster. On count of ten, you both must tell me who your choice is. In the mean time, our Russian roulette begins now." He clicked the gun with a single bullet and rotated the cylinder. "One..." He pulled the trigger, pointing the gun at Collins. The gun clicked.

"See that? There's a phone number there. Just give them a call, and they'll unlock it for you." I took a deep breath, looked at Kelly's pale face, and pulled out my phone to make the call, forcing down my anger. As soon as I made the call, I heard the phone in the security booth in front of me ringing. Jake walked in with a smile, hung up the phone, and came back out holding a set of keys. "Unlocking it costs 200 dollars. Would you like to proceed, Mitch?" Even though I'd suspected something like this, I was still furious. So much for "rules and regulations"—this was clearly all just his doing.

Glen shouted, glaring daggers at Frederick. Aleena raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips. "If you insist on fighting, I have a compromise." She placed a heavy revolver on the table, her expression serious. "In Chiusil, we have a fashionable way to settle such matters. We call it Russian Roulette." "Whoever the gun points to, that person pulls the trigger on themselves. Let's see if you Drakonians have the guts to play!"

He roared and at the same time he pressed on my finger, pushing on the trigger and I died inside for the quick second it took for the empty chamber to click and roll. I didn't get to take a relieved breath as he looked into my eyes, looking so calm and the opposite of how I felt. Broken and wrecked. “Try again.” “D-Don’t—" He smiled, a cruel slash of his lips in his face. “You know I hate Russiäns but I love their roulette, you never know what it will bring.” He pulled the trigger again, prisoning my fingers beneath his. I screwed my eyes shut and screamed. It clicked and the chamber rolled.

I shook my head and said, "No, don't gamble with your lives!" At this moment, I had already understood Bleak's words. They staked themselves. There was only one gambling game concerning a revolver, Russian roulette!