Russian Roulette: One Life Novels & Stories

“Devil, please. You don’t understand, Bishop, he, ” Kain waved a hand lazily, cutting him off. “You bore me, Viktor.” Then he looked at Luca. The mask angled toward him, paper crinkling faintly as Kain smiled behind it. “Puppy,” he said, tone almost gentle. “Shall we play a game?” Luca blinked, his voice catching. “A… a game?” Kain’s thumb rubbed over his wrist. “Russian roulette.” The words fell heavy. Viktor stiffened. The woman’s gun didn’t waver. The other men at the table went still, the kind of stillness born from fear, the kind that didn’t dare exhale.

I shielded myself with the car but even that wasn’t safe enough as the bullets were everywhere. A Russian lunged at me without a weapon, and I fired two bullets in his chest before he could finish screaming. Lorenzo was a few feet away, using the hood of our wrecked car as a cover. His left arm was basically useless, blood soaking his sleeve. He fired one-handed, every shot precise and hitting the target intended. Another Russian rounded the corner, much closer this time. He pointed his rifle at me. I raised my Glock, pulled the trigger, but nothing happened.

"Is it even possible to run out there without getting hit?" "I don't want to die," Ruslan says. He's not crying, his young face looks older, like what happened upstairs has aged him. There's a twinge of guilt running through me. I had no intention of ruining his innocence, but Ruslan was always destined for this hard life. One way or another, he's going to have to confront the reality of being born into the Bratva. Gauging the fire-fight, I grit my teeth with a frustrated growl. We need to run, but dodging bullets is impossible! Holstering my gun—I refuse to let go of Katerina with my other hand—I touch my earpiece.

Their voices were very low. I crouched under the window and listened. “Nine years left.” Linda was crying, her voice suppressed, as if afraid someone would hear. David didn’t speak. I could only hear his heavy breathing. “The witch’s prophecy has never been wrong,” Linda cried again. “My Bella… she only has nine years left.” David finally spoke, his voice hoarse. “Stop crying. The pups might hear.” “I know… I know…” Linda sobbed. “But yesterday, Clara pointed at Bella and told her to die… She doesn’t know her sister really will die…”

He took a revolver from his man, popped the cylinder open, and loaded a single bullet in front of everyone. "Russian Roulette. You game?" Roman spun the cylinder. "If you live, the casino is yours." "Boss, no!" "You could die!" "It's too dangerous!" Killian's men yelled, trying to stop him, but he ignored them. "Deal." Killian reached out and took the gun. "No!" I finally yelled out. Killian looked back at me, his eyes full of deep love. "Aria, nothing in this world matters more than you. I'd do anything for you."

He didn't stop her, only looked at her intently and said, "Tania, before you go, play one last game with me. Let's place a bet." Without slowing her steps, she glanced at him coolly. "I'm not interested." "The stakes are your freedom and my life." Simone raised his hand, and Cesario stepped forward carrying a black wooden box. When opened, a vintage revolver was revealed, its metal gleaming coldly. "Bullet roulette. There's only one bullet in the chamber. I'll pull the trigger and gamble on whether the last shot will fire."

Each picture felt like a blade sliding between Natalie’s ribs. Her breath came shallow, ragged, her thumb jerking against the screen as though if she kept scrolling, she might find one, just one image that proved it all wrong. But there was nothing. Only a growing collection of moments that the world had already decided were romantic. Her humiliation was total.

Said the Cruel- man, “What if someone dies and you are to be blamed again? It will be the second accusation without an alibi, do you know what will happen? 25years tops!” I thought about it. RasterBook, you can kill your father for all I care, I don’t care. “Do you know chess?” asked the Russian “I didn’t come here for that, sir!” “Come on, Mastermind.” He said, “A game or two would do.” “What happens for every game I lose or win?” “Let`s play.” I played a game with the Russian, quite a game we played. Just when I was about to checkmate him, I got a strangely missed call alert. I didn’t hear it ring if it did.

“Harvey, what are you trying to do?” Harvey said indifferently, “I have seen too many people like you. “You’re still very upset, although you have lost. “You must have thought that you lost to me by chance. “If you have prepared earlier, then the one who will die at this moment is me. “So, in response to your thoughts, I decided to give you a chance. “I decide to play a simple game with you. The Russian Roulette, “We’ll take turns in firing shots and see who is luckier.

"I choose you dying screaming." "Wrong answer." She pulled the trigger. Click. Empty chamber. Russian roulette. "Lucky. One in six chance. Let us try again—" "Catherine wait—" I stepped forward. Hands raised. Desperate. "The fortune. Take it. All of it. Right now. I transfer everything. You let Hope go. You win. Completely. Totally. Everything you wanted."