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

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Color had returned to his face. His movements were careful but controlled. He had stripped off his ruined shirt and wore only dark pants and the bandage I had wrapped around his ribs.

Scars crossed his torso like a map of violence.

Knife wounds.

Bullet grazes.

Fresh bruises from the explosion.

I looked away and focused on my coffee.

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