Maxim
I can hardly see, hardly think with the pounding behind my eyes. It feels like the center of my head will split open.
My chest already has. I left my organs—my f*****g heart—out on that sidewalk in front of the parking lot.
“Who killed her,” I rage back at the penthouse.
Dima’s working like a maniac, his head down, his fingers flying over keys. I’m about an inch from severing his head from his shoulders over this. His f*****g program was supposed to keep her safe. Alert us to anyone coming into the country.
“I’m analyzing everyone who came in before the program was in place,” Dima says quickly, shoulders hunched. Nikolai stands behind him looking at the screen as well. Possibly to protect his twin from me when I lose my s**t.
“There.” Nikolai points at the screen. “What about t
