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

”

“You’re not dying,” I confirmed, crying too. “You’re getting better.”

Sandro pulled us both into a hug.

Gentle with Danny.

Fierce with me.

“Told you the treatment would work,” he said.

“You had no way of knowing that.”

“I had hope. That counts for something.”

One week later, Sandro signed away the last two properties.

By noon, half the Vitale empire had been continue reading …