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

stomach.

“Is he okay?”

A pause.

“He’s fine. But there’s been a complication with the Marchetti situation. He wanted you to know he’s thinking of you.”

The line went dead.

I finished my shift on autopilot, drove home gripping the wheel too hard, and lay awake until sunrise wondering what complication meant.

Wondering if Sandro was hurt.

Wondering why it mattered continue reading …