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

Cystic Fibrosis Research.

My breath caught.

Sandro watched my face carefully.

“I told you the money was blood money. That I wanted to make it mean something. This is part of that. A research center dedicated to better treatments. Maybe one day a cure. It opened six months ago.”

“You built this?”

“With money earned through violence, yes. But used for something continue reading …