Salvation [M/M]

00 - Prologue - Ambrose Grayson's Point Of View.

Stepping out of my ambulance, there was no sign of the bleeding man that had been called in. My partner, Mia, crossed her arms and huffed.
"This smells of mafia shit. Watch your ass, Grayson."

"I just want to make sure we aren't leaving someone behind. You hear me?"

"Watch your ass."

Grabbing my bag, I headed for the alley. There was a visible blood trail. It was still fresh, too. There was a possibility that there was something or rather someone there that needed our, or rather my, help.

"Mia, I've got--"Someone slapped their hand over my mouth and their other arm around my neck. Panic set in and I flailed in their arms.

"Move a fucking inch and I'll make sure you have a nice nap." He growled, his accent clearly Italian.

"Let-go-I'm a-medic," I said, to the best of my ability. He was crushing my windpipe. He roughly reached into my pockets and I felt him yank out my wallet before.

"Ambrose Grayson..." He muttered before he tightened his grip even more. The sound of someone rushing over was all that kept me awake.

"Let go of him! Goddamn it! You're going to get us into so much fucking trouble. That is my chief's only fucking son, Di Salvo."

The sound was familiar, and the man loosened his grip and another set of hands held me up.

"Ambrose, can you hear me? Fucking say something?"

"Ugh." I grunted, finally getting a look at my saviour. Sasha fucking Dean. This was definitely mafia bullshit. The other man slinked away into the dark, his figure large and his face, or what I saw of it, horribly handsome.

"Let me help you."

"I'm fine."

"You can barely hold yourself up."

"I just need to catch a few breaths and I'll be fine."

"What the hell were you doing here?" He hissed.

"We got a call. I figured it was Mafia related, but I didn't expect this. Just who the fuck was that guy?" I said, rubbing my throat.

"I can't discuss that with you."

"Of fucking course you can't, but I'm damn sure my dad knows who that hell he is?"

"Of course he does, he's the chief of police-"

"He's a dirty cop." I grunted. Looking at Sasha. He looked good. But he did every time I saw him. His lover was good for him, mafia or not.

"Let me help you back to the bus. I'll make something up and---"

"Fine. But make it good. Fuck."

Sasha took my bag and helped me back to the ambulance. Mia got out when she saw me and started freaking out.

"I fucking told you this was mafia shit. I told you to watch your ass. But no. And just who the hell are you?" She snapped, her eyes narrowing on Sasha.

"Sasha Dean. Officer. Want to see my badge?"

"That true, Grayson?"

"Yeah, he's a sheep of my father's flock."

"That's polite. Maybe next time I'll let the creep in the alley use you as a stress ball." Sasha said flatly.

"I've got him." Mia said, yanking me to the back of the bus and opened the door, shoving me and the bag inside before slamming the doors shut in Sasha's face.

"Grayson. What the hell man, you look like someone tried to end you. You need to go to the ER. I'm calling dispatch and taking you there."

"We have work to do. Just drive us back to the bay and I'll be fine by the time we get there."