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

that smelled like rust and old violence.

I was not there, but Sandro told me everything.

Lorenzo Marchetti arrived sleek, handsome, cold, with men of his own. He smiled when he saw Sandro.

“Vitale. You look well for a dead man.”

“Thanks to good rescue and better luck,” Sandro said. “Talk.”

Lorenzo wanted him to suffer the way his family had suffered.

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