His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

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Loud shots went off somewhere from behind me, but I couldn't move. The man released me and jumped off the sofa, throwing profanities around in Russian as he pivoted around the chair and ran towards the back of the room, where he disappeared behind the curtains.

Men suddenly scattered from all over the place, probably heading for the exit.

Make it go away.

My head felt as heavy as my bones, and I couldn't, physically could not, move. I widened my eyes and pleaded with myself to at least try. I pushed myself up off the couch with every bit of energy I could conjure up, but as soon as I stood, my legs buckled and I was falling, the ground somehow getting closer and closer to my face. 

The pain in my head was throbbing now, so excruciating to the point where I was on the brink of passing out. It felt like someone was stabbing my skull with a knife, over and over again.

I squeezed my eyes shut as bullets sprayed across the room. Rolling over onto my back, I listened to the sounds of yelling, screaming, glass shattering, chaos. A smirk appeared around my blood ridden teeth as relief spread through me.

If I was going to die, at least I knew these bastards were going to die, too.

A shadow appeared over my figure and big arms suddenly scooped underneath my body, lifting me up off the ground. I didn't have the strength to fight, and I could only lie there in their arms as they carried me away from the bullets. A door opened and closed and the footsteps picked up. I groaned low in my throat as I was carefully lowered down on a couch in a different room.

Another shadow hovered over me, a different one, and I blinked repeatedly in attempt to get my vision to clear up again. Whiskey eyes. Tall build. Sunken cheeks— "Amo?"

His eyes dropped to mine, and when I tried to sit up again, he gently pushed me back down and crouched down in front of me. "Stop moving, Sam. I need to get this cut stitched up. You're losing too much blood."

I lied back, half because I knew he was right and half because I didn't have the energy to push him away and stand on my own. "I can't. I have to get Ryan. I told him to stay behind the bar and..."

"Who the fuck is Ryan?" My eyes flew to the other person in the room, and the neon red lights generated shadows against Levi's strong features.

"He doesn't talk. He's just a kid."

Amo turned his head and glanced at Levi. "Go look under the bars."

Levi made a move to leave, but then he paused and stared at me. He looked like he wanted to say something, but then thought against it. He shook his head and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

My skull pounded harshly and I dropped my head back against the sofa, guilt seeping through my pores. I didn't want to think about how scared he must be, thinking I left him. I just wanted him out of their sights for the time being, I wanted to protect him.