Marcus's POV:That ocean didn't kill me.It only took my name, my face, and my ability to walk normally on my left leg.The waves washed me up on a rocky shore a few miles away.A ship captain who owed the DeLuca family a favor found me and took me to a private clinic that didn't record patients' identities.By the time Moretti's people started searching every hospital in Sydney, I'd already become Michael Dane.The doctors repaired my hip, but they couldn't save my shattered knee.From then on, I needed a cane to walk.For the first two years, I kept changing where I lived and who I was.The DeLuca family didn't exist anymore.Enemies in New York, on the West Coast, and in Europe all wanted me dead to strengthen their own positions.I slept with a gun under my pillow and never stayed in the same city for more than three months.I lived like a drifter.In the third year, I went back to Sydney.I didn't go looking for Sarah. I just kept track of her from a distance.ROMANO opened a new
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