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

arm tangled in twisted metal that used to be part of a railing. Blood spread dark around his head. He was not moving.

He was not breathing.

I killed the engine twenty feet out because I could not risk the propeller hitting debris or him.

Then I dove.

The September ocean bit through my wetsuit so hard my chest seized. I kicked toward him, my CPR training continue reading …