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

the morning.

I jerked awake.

I had worked the night shift again, gotten home at six, and barely made it into bed before the knocking started. I stumbled to the door in my sleep shirt and shorts, hair a mess, brain foggy with exhaustion.

Four men in suits stood in the hallway.

Big men.

Stone-faced men.

The kind of men who made the phrase mob enforcer leap continue reading …