Alessia's POV

When I got out of the shower and dried myself, I put on white underwear, sweatpants, and a black crop top. I walk over to my bed and think about what happened. I can't get the images out of my head. The bloodied bodies, gunshots, and the gurgles sound of the man.

The door opens and I saw Johnny enter. "Sorry for disturbing you." He said as he close the door behind him. "I want to ask you something." He said looking me straight in the eyes.

"What do you want to know?" I asked him.

"Do you perhaps know a person called Dima Volkov?" I looked at...