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

on walking to the hospital cafeteria himself even when his oxygen levels were dangerously low.

Pride in the face of vulnerability.

Strength borrowed from spite.

“Fine,” I said. “But if you pass out, I’m not carrying you again. You’re too damn heavy.”

The corner of his mouth twitched.

Almost a smile.

“Noted.”

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