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

cramped, Danny was exhausted, and his treatment was scheduled to begin in three days.

On the drive back, Danny fell asleep against the window.

Sandro laced his fingers through mine.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“For what?”

“For giving him hope. For building that place. For being the kind of man who turns blood money into something beautiful.”

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