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

someone blow up your yacht?”

His jaw tightened.

“Generational blood feud. Twenty years ago, my father killed Lorenzo Marchetti’s father.”

“Have you tried apologizing?”

“Yes,” he said flatly. “He shot my messenger.”

The conversations moved beyond the diner.

He started appearing at the research station during my late shifts, bringing actual good coffee and continue reading …