Dark Grasso, An eldest Son. An heir to the Grasso business and industry. A head of Italian mafia transportation. A sociopath. Moon Diaz, The daughter of the Diaz mafia. A doctor and psychologist. An empath. When Moon runs away from her home to find her birth mother, she faces her old patient. Dark Grasso. A world beyond human psychology. A world without humanity. Will the Moon shine brighter on Dark? or Will Dark fade Moon in the night?

"He's staring at you," my sister whispered, wide-eyed. Now that I realised, I could feel someone's eyes burning the back of my head and as I turned around to see what my sister was talking about and my jaw immediately dropped whilst a cold shiver ran up my spine at the sight of the school's dangerous, certified bad boy. I shrugged nervously and turned around to face my sister. "Maybe he's just looking at what I'm wearing." The outfit was pretty cute, hands down. "But he never stares at anyone. He has only given them a cold stare that lasts for at least two-seconds." Oh hell no.