Click.
Dealer’s rules. Always Dealer’s rules. buckshot roulette
He passed the gun. His hand was steady now. Funny what terror does. He passed the gun
The sound was no different. But her exhale was a shudder. One down. Two safe. The sound was no different
Darius’s head didn’t just snap back. It opened . A spray of red and grey painted the wall behind him—a grotesque Rorschach. His body sat there for a full second, hands still loosely holding the shotgun, before it tilted sideways and crashed to the floor. The smell hit immediately: copper, cordite, and the hot, organic reek of bowels releasing.
He still owed thirty grand. But for the first time all night, he wasn’t afraid.
“Round three,” he said. “You’re the only player left. You pull until you get a hot one or run out of cold. House rules.”