From grace to grass. Amir's home was taken from him in just one night. Left with no memory but an emblem and a name, an scared omega takes off on a journey full of secrecy and fear.

Being the only daughter of the Rossini Family, Audelia Valentina Rossini becomes the target of countless dangerous enemies and what happens if she falls for one of them resulting in deadly consequences that will change her life once and for all. Is it possible to love one who has destroyed your life and taken everything dear from you? I think not... "You don't know who you're messing with, Rossini." Holding a gun, he stood in front of me with disappointment written on his face. "And we both know very well that you won't shoot me..." His expression changed from an infuriated one to a shocked one, finding truth in my words. I continued my sentence. "But I can." I pulled a gun out from my back pocket catching him by surprise. I aimed it right at his head, grinning. My fingers brushed around the trigger pulling it. "And that's why I always win." . . . . Hi, this is my second book but I'm still inexperienced with these kind of writing and stuff. All I know is that writing makes me feel happy and content, and I would love to make you happy by sharing this story with you. Please note that the first few chapters might be boring. But I wanted it to be that way, I wanted to show how the lead character changes herself differently just to adapt to her surroundings, how she is good and at the same time, a bad person.

"Do it." I looked into his dark brown eyes, filled with tears and regret. "Pull the trigger, then I'll do the same." My hands shook in fear and regret, and the rain dripped on my face mixed with my salty tears. We both had guns that faced our faces. Faces of love that was once there. "Mi amore, please I beg of you please pull the trigger." This time he meant it. I held the gun with a firm grip. "You do it first," I begged. His gun faced me, and my gun faced him. One of us had to kill somebody. "If you do not pull the trigger first, I swear I will shoot myself." His hand also shook with fear, he was scared. A tear rolled down his cheek, it was as if every move I made in every sentence within this moment would tear him apart. I loved this man. And the only thing I could do was to kill myself. For him.