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

confusion.

He stared at me like he was memorizing my face.

Like every detail mattered.

“Who?” he rasped.

“Don’t talk,” I said, already reaching for the first aid kit. “You’re bleeding badly. Stay still.”

He did not argue.

He just watched me with an intensity that made the cold water feel suddenly warmer against my skin.

The wound above his left temple was continue reading …