Mafia boss and His Dog Save a Wheelchair Bride — Unaware She’s a God-Sent Black Woman

Chapter 2

Doyun lived by three rules. Trust no one. Show no weakness. Maintain control.

Men who followed those rules survived. Men who broke them wound up in alleys with their mouths full of blood and their empires in someone else’s hands. At thirty-five, Doyun was the youngest boss in the history of the Hangang — the most powerful Korean organization on the East Coast — and he’d earned the position with a mind that moved faster than other men’s fists and a reputation that walked into rooms before he did.

They called him the man with ice in his veins.

Only one creature on earth had ever seen past the ice. Kaiser — three years old, a hundred pounds of German Shepherd, still stretched at the foot of the bed when the morning light cracked through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. Doyun was reading the markets, a cup of cold tea at his elbow, when the dog’s eyes snapped open.

The sound that came out of Kaiser was not a greeting. It was an alarm — ragged, frantic, desperate, the kind of bark Doyun had heard exactly once before, and that time there had been knives involved.