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

like ice water.

“What about him?”

“Danny Walsh. Twenty-four. Cystic fibrosis. In and out of hospitals his whole life. Medical debt you’ve been drowning in since you were nineteen.”

His voice was gentle.

Not threatening.

Just knowing.

“You saved me, Sienna. Let me help save him.”

I should have been furious that he had looked into my life.

Instead, I felt defeated.continue reading …