I PULLED A MAFIA BOSS FROM A SINKING YACHT—24 HOURS LATER, HIS BODYGUARD BROUGHT $2 MILLION TO MY DOOR

Sienna. I’m still the man Lorenzo wants dead. Still running a criminal empire. Still dangerous.”

“I know,” I said. “But you’re also the man who built a research center, sent flowers to a sick stranger, and asks one question a day because I needed boundaries. That counts for something.”

“Does it count enough?”

“Enough for what?”

“Enough for you to let continue reading …