What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 141: Are They Going To Kill Elias?

It was almost midnight when Viktor and Nico pulled up to the safe house; the car’s headlights cut through the darkness before Viktor switched them off.

The safe house was quiet, as usual. Viktor sat in the backseat, his mind still reeling from the encounter with Camilla. The implant in her chest, the mysterious backer... it all felt like a noose tightening around his neck. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this was bigger than just Camilla’s ambitions. Nico parked smoothly, killing the engine, and turned to face him.

"Boss, we’re here. Anything else before I head out?"

Viktor nodded as he leaned against the car door, relaying his orders in a low voice.

"Prepare the car for when I give the signal. You’ll go get Camilla and bring her here. Make sure she’s blindfolded or something. She can’t know the location of this place. And double-check no one’s following you. Use the back routes, switch vehicles if you have to."

Nico nodded without hesitation, his face serious under the dim streetlight.

"Got it. I’ll have the team ready. Blindfold, evasive driving... no tails. You sure about this, boss? Bringing her in?"

Viktor’s expression hardened. "There’s no choice. Just do it right."

Nico gave a sharp salute. "On it." He watched as Viktor alighted from the car and drove off, the car disappearing into the shadows.

Viktor watched him go, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn’t expecting anyone to be waiting for him outside at this hour... the safe house was on lockdown, everyone should be asleep. But to his surprise, as he approached the front door, he saw a familiar figure standing there under the porch light. Gerald. He was dressed in his usual neat suit despite the late hour. His hair was greying more these days, lines etched deeper into his face, but his posture was still straight as ever.

Viktor frowned, quickening his pace.

"Gerald? What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at the main estate."

Gerald bowed slightly, his voice calm and respectful as always.

"Good evening, sir. Or should I say good morning? I apologise for the surprise. May I discuss something with you inside? It’s... sensitive."

Viktor eyed him for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. Come on." He unlocked the door and led Gerald through the quiet halls to his office. It wasn’t as huge as the one in the estate, but it looked quite like an office. It’s like a small, functional room with a desk, a few chairs, and shelves lined with files and a couple of family photos. Viktor flicked on the light and gestured for Gerald to sit. "Have a seat."

As Gerald sat, Viktor went to the side table where a pitcher of water and glasses sat. He poured two glasses, handing one to Gerald.

"Here. You look like you could use it. It must have been a long drive, huh!"

Gerald hesitated, staring at the glass. "Sir, I... I’m just a servant. I couldn’t possibly—"

Viktor cut him off gently, pushing the glass into his hand. "Don’t worry about that. Just accept it. You’ve been with me since I was a kid, Gerald. You’re the one who watched me grow up after that incident and you kept the estate running through everything. You’re old now... hell, you’re family. So... drink."

Gerald’s eyes softened, a rare smile crossing his face. He took the glass.

"Thank you, sir. That’s kind of you." He sipped slowly, then set it down. "I appreciate it more than you know."

Viktor leaned against his desk, sipping his own water. "So, why are you here? What’s going on at the estate?" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Gerald straightened, his expression turning serious. He glanced around the room, even though they were alone, a habit from years of discretion. "We received an unexpected guest earlier this evening, sir. They arrived unannounced, but given who they are, I couldn’t turn them away without consulting you."

Viktor took another sip, tilting his head. "Who?"

Gerald paused, choosing his words carefully. "They are all representatives from the Corleones."

Viktor nearly choked on his water, coughing hard as it went down the wrong way. He set the glass down with a clatter, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Gerald quickly handed him a handkerchief from his pocket.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Viktor took it, dabbing at his face, still coughing a bit. "Yeah, I’m good. Could you repeat that? The Corleones? As in, the family?"

Gerald nodded calmly. "Yes, sir. The Corleones. There were two men. They looked rough and cold but they were polite and insistent. They didn’t give details, but they were clear about wanting to speak with you or someone here."

Viktor leaned back, his mind spinning. "How is that possible? We have nothing to do with the Corleones. No business, no ties. Why would they come to the estate?"

Gerald folded his hands in his lap. "They weren’t forthcoming with me, sir. But they mentioned a name... Elias Kane. They said they needed to find him and bring him to the Corleone fortress. I told them I’d relay the message, but they insisted on waiting for a response."

Viktor sighed heavily, sinking into the chair opposite his desk. He rubbed his temples, the weight of the day crashing down. The Corleones were obviously the most powerful family in the country, untouchable. He would’ve told Gerald to handle it if it were anyone else, some minor rival or business contact. But this? "The Corleones aren’t ordinary people, Gerald. You did right not to send them away."

Gerald nodded. "I thought as much, sir. That’s why I came here personally. I didn’t want to risk a phone call."

Viktor grunted in annoyance, leaning forward. "This has to be connected to my sisters. They went there today for a video shoot. God knows what happened."

Gerald raised an eyebrow slightly. "The young misses? At the Corleone palace? That’s... bold."

Viktor waved a hand. "Long story. But if they’re asking for Elias, it’s not good." He thought for a moment, then made his decision. "Send them here. But only by chopper. There should be no cars, no trails. Keep it discreet."

Gerald stood, bowing his head. "As you wish, sir. I’ll arrange it immediately." He paused at the door. "If I may ask... is young Elias in trouble?"

Viktor grinned faintly, though there was no humour in it. "Elias isn’t the type to look for trouble. But if anything happens to him, I’ll do my best to protect him. No matter what."

Gerald smiled back, a touch of pride in his eyes. "Understood, sir. You’ve always been protective. Good night." He left quietly, closing the door behind him.

Viktor sat there for a minute, whispering to himself. "What the hell happened at the Corleone house?" He wanted answers, but going to Elias now? No. He remembered the hurt look on Elias’s face when he left that afternoon... the cold shoulder, the suspicion. And it was midnight; Elias would be asleep, exhausted from whatever had gone down today. "There’s no way I can wake him," he muttered. "Not like this. But I could wake those two."

He stood up, deciding on his sisters instead. He was sure that Vera and Vale would know something. He headed toward their rooms, but as he descended the stairs, he heard noises from the kitchen... tapping, like keys on a laptop, and the hum of the fridge opening. He stopped to listen. The voices belonged to sisters. Curious, he changed direction and rushed into the kitchen.

There they were: Vera hunched over her laptop at the table, editing something with focused intensity, and Vale rummaging in the open fridge, pulling out containers. "Okay, Vera, pick one... fruits, yoghurt, or... oh, there’s leftover nut cake from yesterday. Want that?"

Viktor cleared his throat. "What are you two doing up this late?"

Vale froze mid-reach, nearly dropping a yoghurt. She straightened up, closing the fridge door with her foot. "Viktor! You’re back."

Vera looked up from her screen, greeting him with a tired smile. "Hey, big brother. Long night?"

Viktor sighed, pulling out a chair and sitting down. "You could say that. Vale, close the fridge properly." She obeyed, latching it shut. He signalled for them to sit across from him. "We need to talk."

The sisters exchanged a quick glance before sitting. Vera closed her laptop halfway. "Is there a problem? You look serious."

Viktor folded his hands on the table. "Yes. A huge problem."

Vale lifted her hands in mock surrender. "Okay, I know what it is. Is it about getting back together with Elias? You two fighting again?"

Viktor shook his head. "Elias and I aren’t separated or fighting. And no, it’s more serious than that. Tell me what exactly happened at the Corleone house today. I’m sure there’s an issue."

The twins looked at each other again, surprise flickering across their faces. Vera leaned back. "How do you know about that? We didn’t tell you."

"Just answer," Viktor said, his tone leaving no room for evasion.

Vale started first, fidgeting with her sleeve. "Okay, fine. It was a disaster from the start. Sofia and Bianca... those two were so rude. They acted like we were beneath them. They greeted us, but then Bianca took Elias for a ’tour’ around the place, leaving him alone. He got lost wandering that massive fortress."

Vera jumped in. "Yeah, and when we went looking for him... after their grandpa collapsed or something... Elias was being held by their men. They pointed guns at him and threatened him. They blamed him because he was in the room when it happened."

Viktor’s brows furrowed deeper.

"Collapsed? And they blamed Elias?"

Vale nodded.

"Exactly. But Elias tried to save him... did CPR or whatever until the doctor came. And then... he donated blood. The old man needed it and he had rare blood. Since none of his granddaughters wanted to donate, Elias volunteered."

Viktor leaned forward, incredulous. "Elias? Donated blood to a stranger? To the head of the Corleones?"

Vera sighed. "Yeah. Elias is very kind... like, too kind. People could take advantage of that."

Vale added, "We were worried sick about him. Those two are so disgusting. They didn’t even care about their grandfather. Making dumb excuses about their mother being absent like they needed her permission to donate blood."

Viktor ran a hand through his hair. "Unbelievable."

Vera tilted her head. "What exactly is the problem now? Did the head of the Corleones die or something?"

Viktor shook his head. "I’m not sure. But they’re looking for Elias. They sent people to the estate asking for him."

The girls stood up abruptly, chairs scraping. Vera’s eyes widened. "What? We can’t hand him over!"

Viktor raised a hand. "I can’t do anything about it. They’re the Corleones. They do what they want. No one stops them... not even the government."

Vera paced a step. "What if they’re coming to take him away because something happened to that old man? Blame him for real?"

Vale’s voice rose. "What if they kill Elias?"

Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering echoed through the kitchen. The three turned to see Lila at the door, a broken glass at her feet, water spilling. Her face was pale. "Did you just say someone is going to kill Elias? My... brother?"

The room froze, suspense thick as they stared at her.