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

one into the trunk, my muscles were screaming.

Another fifteen minutes got me to St. Catherine’s, the private hospital where rich people went to have near-death experiences in luxury.

The lobby was marble, crystal chandeliers, and wealth so thick I could almost taste it.

I must have looked insane.

Still in my sleep clothes. Hair wild. Dragging two locked continue reading …