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

I had left to haul him over the side. He landed on the deck with a wet thud that made me flinch.

Too rough.

But there is no gentle way to save a drowning man.

I started CPR.

Thirty compressions.

Two breaths.

His chest was solid beneath my palms. His ribs seemed intact despite the explosion, but his lips were blue and his skin was too cold.

“Come on,” I muttered.continue reading …