Buckshot Roulette 95%

He stood up, chair screeching.

He still owed thirty grand. But for the first time all night, he wasn’t afraid.

“Any questions?”

Leo’s hand trembled as he wrapped his fingers around the forestock. The weight was obscene. He looked at the muzzle. A dark circle, like a blind, staring eye. buckshot roulette

BOOM.

The Dealer didn’t react. He just reached under the table, took the shotgun, and reloaded. Click. Click. Click. He racked the slide. Two hot shells in the magazine now.

She passed it to Darius.

Marta took it. Two hot shells. Eleven left. She put it to her temple again.

Click.

He loaded the shotgun under the table, out of sight. Click, click, click. The slide racked once. Then he placed it back down. He stood up, chair screeching

BOOM.

Darius smiled. He held the shotgun like a lover. He looked down the barrel, then pressed the muzzle to his forehead, right between the eyes.

Marta took it without hesitation. She didn’t put it under her chin. She pressed the muzzle to her temple, right against the bone. Her face was stone. “Any questions

“I’m out,” he said, voice cracking.