An old revolver was tossed onto the floor, sliding across the sleek deck toward Aaron.
“Russian Roulette, an elegant game of chance,” A big smile was plastered on Clara’s crimson lips when she explained, “There are six bullet chambers in the cylinder and only one of them is empty. I need you to roll that cylinder, place the muzzle against your head, and pull the trigger.”
“If you get the empty chamber and survive, then it means it’s God’s will to let you live. I will let you and this little slut walk away freely from me this time. But you need to be careful to not let me see your sorry faces again.”
I stared at Clara, not believing she was giving me and Aaron a chance to walk away.
No… She wouldn’t be so kind.
The chance of Aaron rolling to the empty chamber was one out of six. It wa
