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

“What kind?”

“Lorenzo Marchetti. He’s made contact. Wants to meet.”

“Absolutely not,” I said before I could stop myself. “He tried to kill you once.”

Sandro looked at me with apology already in his eyes.

“I have to. If Lorenzo’s reaching out, it means he’s planning something bigger. I need to know what.”

The meeting happened the next night in a warehouse continue reading …