Buckshot Roulette – Fast & Legit

He picked up the shotgun. He didn’t put it to his head. He stood up, took two steps around the table, and pressed the barrel against the Dealer’s forehead.

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

He stood up, chair screeching.

Darius, the oldest. Gray beard, calm eyes. A gambler by trade, by sickness. He was here because the game itself was the addiction. He’d chosen this over a slow death in a studio apartment. He wanted to feel the wire. He picked up the shotgun

BOOM.

Leo stood there for a long moment, breathing in the smoke and silence. Then he dropped the gun, stepped over the bodies, and walked out into the rain. Marta took it

The sound was a physical thing. It shattered the quiet like a fist through a window. A wet, percussive slap.