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

they might explode.

“Two million? Are you insane?”

“No, ma’am. Grateful.”

Matteo’s expression did not change.

“Mr. Vitale’s life is worth far more. This is a fraction of what he would pay to still be breathing.”

“I don’t— I can’t—”

My brain could not form sentences.

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