Chained to Deadlines

{Harper’s POV}

Sitting on the freezing concrete floor, I make a firm, conscious decision. I am done thinking about Viktor Sokolov.

Not in some dramatic, life-altering epiphany. More in a practical, survival-oriented realization. What on earth am I supposed to do with the traumatic information that a ruthless crime lord might be my biological father? The man ignored my existence my whole life and