Novels by Winifred John

Later in the night, Alessia found herself in Guvano’s private office, going over the club’s accounts. She was impressed by the figures.“This guy’s a natural moneymaker, despite his playboy ways,” she thought.“Is the account to your liking, Principessa? Your loyal servant has done well, hasn’t he?” Guvano asked, bowing theatrically.Alessia chuckled, the sound soft yet sharp. “Yes, I’m pleased. Now serve your princess with the finest the club has to offer,” she joked.…………Meanwhile, on the dance floor, Sophia was in her element. Her shiny brunette locks whipped through the air as she moved wildly to the music, her inhibitions drowned in liquor. Alessia watched from a distance, shaking her head in mild exasperation.“She’s going to do something reckless,” she muttered just as Sophia began to dry-hump a random man on the floor.“Excuse me, that’s my friend,” Alessia said sharply, pulling Sophia away.Sophia pouted, her eyes wide and pleading like a puppy’s. “You never let me have any

They stepped into the exquisite private booth prepared by Guvano. Alessia smiled faintly in satisfaction at the arrangements. "Guvy, you outdid yourself with this one" Sophia's shrill voice came, "These arrangements are killer!, what do you think Alessia?" she continued whipping her head to Alessia who had plopped on the sofa. "It's okay" Sophia was stumped, "Oh come on Alessia, where is the excitement"“Ah I feel hurt,” Guvano's voice rang out again. “You two make me feel so under-appreciated, I deserve a hug at least, Don't I?” he added grinning mischievouslyHe opened his arms wide, inviting the women into his embrace while catching the scoff from Alessia. “Still so stubborn,” he thought with an amused smirk.Sophia cheerfully accepted his hug, kissing his cheek before taking a seat beside him. Alessia, however, glared at his outstretched arms.“Planning to lose that arm?” she asked dryly, arching her perfectly sculpted brow.“Still a cold-hearted bit*h, I see,” he teased.Aless

"Thud."Alessia landed gracefully yet again, her feet hitting the bedroom floor with practised ease. It was past 2 in the morning, and the house was silent—no sign of Marcello."That's for the best," she muttered to herself. "No one to nag me."But her relief was short-lived."You're later than usual, rat," came the unmistakably smug voice of Marcello, cutting through the quiet.Alessia groaned. "Ugh." She’d spoken too soon.She hated it when he used that condescending, parental tone. Alessia knew her parents adored her, but they treated her like fragile glass. To them, she was a delicate princess to be coddled, protected, and kept far away from danger.Her life had never been normal. While other kids went to school, she was homeschooled. And while they played freely, Alessia had bodyguards hovering nearby—even at the playground.The reason was clear enough. Her father, Antonio Rossini, was the Consigliere to the Monaro famiglia, the most powerful and ruthless Mafia in all of Italy. O

Behind those walls was a world different from the silence in the alleys. The atmosphere was filled with intense energy from the roar of engines and the chaotic cheers of a crowd. This was the Arena. At first glance, it seemed like a sprawling cavern illuminated with harsh neon lights buzzing ominously, yet it was Sicily's largest illegal racing track. The air reeked of oil, sweat, and expensive cologne. This venue, carved under the city, was an exclusive haven for society's most powerful. Money couldn't buy entry here—membership was earned, often through blood and grit.Every member would sign a Non-disclosure agreement, before being allowed to participate.Back to the excitement of the night; it was different;Red Fury was back. Two seasons ago, the reigning champion, Venom—a top racer and international figure—had been dethroned in the most dramatic fashions.The race had taken place on The Devil’s Tongue, the most treacherous track in the Arena. This section was a nightmare: narr

"Thud."Alessia landed on the cool stone floor of the garden, her feet barely making a sound. It was a smooth and clean landing; definitely, this wasn’t her first time escaping her room through the balcony.She looked around to make sure the coast was clear and hastily wrapped the knotted bedsheets she had used to break her fall, into a small canvas bag hidden behind the fragrant rose bush. Alessia understood the cardinal rule of sneaking out—leave no trace behind. The night was erie and the petals brushed softly against her fingers as she worked, their sweet perfume mingling with the night breeze. "Sneaking off again, I see."A rich, velvety voice startled her, stopping her in her tracks. She whipped around, her honey-coloured eyes widening in surprise to see her brother, Marcello grinning mischievously. The silver glow of the moon highlighted his features revealing the young lad with obsidian-black curls framing his heart-shaped face. He was a mirror image of her features albeit m