- SMILE, THEN LIE-
DEVA MARKOVA'S POV
I grip the burner phone with a derisive snarl, scoffing at the cluelessness I obtained all these years.
Bitterness slithers in after like a venomous serpent, silent at first, before exploding into a maniacal frenzy of uncontrollable laughter.
He's alive?! I throw my chair back and scream my guts out, latching against my locks, pulling as much hair as I can!
I'm going to kill the fucker for shortening my lifespan by half!
The very fucker that was my ride or die—
My body jerks against the cold leathered couch in my nana's office.
"Fucking careful, would ya!"
The pilers stab further into my flesh in search for that fucking bullet. It's been there for a whole minute. A minute too long!
"Fucking is all your mouth knows." Rado chuckles and I start counting his blessings.
"Takes after one to know—" My victory is short-lived by my scream when I feel my soul leaving my body, as he pulls out the pilers with the bullet in them.
"What doesn't kill you disappoints me." Rado taps the cotton with the oldest rakia in our nana's collection, my skin burns for a second and goes numb the next.
"Jealousy is a disease. I hope your next blowjob is from a shark!" I scream again when my fucking cousin dives the cotton in my open wound!
Fare games are unheard for him as long as he is the winner.
"How many more bullets will you take for me, my dear cousin?" Rado's voice was anything but playful, and when I sense the needle diving into my wound, I'm this close to murdering him. That was fucking unnecessary!
"As many as I can." I turn showcasing my smirk.
It was only Russian Roulette.
Our game.
Rado had to practice his role as a don, because sooner or later he'd be one. We just had to set a little fear amongst some associates we'd recruit for our 'business'.
My cousin was nefarious and loved to bet with his life during negotiations over drinks, and as his second, I'd jump to the rescue, but he didn't like that, and we'd always be on each other's throats after everyone left us alone. Rado wanted to act as the hero, but I was okay with dying for him.
But tonight, these guys didn't even question shooting me. All cocked up in the euphoric state Chernobog's seductresses left them in, thinking they were on top of the world.
As the only woman left in the casino, I was the only target too, my cousin all forgotten, for once...
Laying my body on the table, my exit is cut short with the three nags undressing me with their hungry eyes, but this time sex isn't on their menu. Murder for sport is.
My cousin spins the cylinder and handed the revolver to one of the shitholes, clean shave and white tuxedo, with breath reeking in the lethal smell of wine, urging me to spill it all and add some color to his flavorless failure in fashion, but instead I kept my smile on, provoking him to blow my brains out.
"One shot. Fail and I win." My cousin's tone cuts the mood sharp.
The metallic muzzle meets my temple with the fucker's finger resting on the trigger before he shoots.
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