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

he showed Sandro a photo.

Danny.

At the research center.

Taken from a distance.

Unaware.

Vulnerable.

“The sick brother,” Lorenzo said. “How tragic. How fragile. One small accident and your precious Sienna loses everything.”

Sandro moved before thought.

He had Lorenzo by the throat, gun pressed to his temple, before anyone could stop him. Weapons came up on continue reading …