What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 144: Alessandro?

Bianca stared at the empty garage, her hands on her hips, the vast space feeling like a cavernous joke at their expense. The usual lineup of sleek luxury cars, such as Porsches, Lamborghinis, and even the vintage Rolls-Royce that Grandpa loved, was gone, leaving only echoes and the faint smell of oil.

The high ceilings and fluorescent lights made the emptiness even more mocking. "This can’t be happening," Bianca groaned, her voice echoing slightly. She kicked at a loose pebble on the concrete floor, sending it skittering into a corner. "That old geezer... I could curse him right now for what he’s doing to us. No food, no cars? What next, no water?"

Sofia leaned against a pillar, crossing her arms as she scanned the empty spots. "Bianca, calm down. Let’s wait for him to return. It’s not like he’s going to spend eternity wherever he’s heading, right? He’ll be back eventually, and we can talk then."

Bianca whirled around, her hair whipping over her shoulder. "Calm down? How can I calm down? My fans are still blowing up my DMs asking if I had breakfast! ’Hey Bianca, what did you end up eating?’ ’Hope you’re okay after that live!’ It’s embarrassing! I look like a liar now."

Sofia sighed, pulling out her phone again. "Then find one of your old pictures... from last week or whenever... and upload it. Pretend it’s today’s breakfast. Problem solved."

Bianca gasped, her eyes widening in horror. "Are you serious? I would never do that! My fans would figure it out in seconds. And my enemies, my rivals... they’d dig up the old post and call me out. ’Fake life!’ ’Photoshop queen!’ It would ruin my reputation completely. There’s no fucking way I’m doing that."

Sofia frowned, pocketing her phone. "Then what do you suggest we do? Sit here and starve? Complain to Mom again? She’s already on Grandpa’s side. Even if she’s on our side there’s nothing she can do."

Bianca paced a few steps, her mind racing. She stopped, her gaze landing on the far end of the garage where something was covered with a dusty tarp. "Wait... there’s something we can do." She pointed. "Look at that."

Sofia followed her finger, squinting. "What is that? It’s just some old junk covered up."

Bianca walked over confidently, grabbing the edge of the tarp and yanking it off with a flourish. Dust billowed up, making them both cough. Underneath was a black superbike... sleek, powerful, with chrome accents glinting under the garage lights. It looked like it hadn’t been used in years, but it was in pristine condition.

"Ta-da! We can use this."

Sofia stepped back, waving her hand in front of her face. "No. No. No. No way. There’s no way I’m riding that thing. It’s a death trap on two wheels."

Bianca rolled her eyes, circling the bike admiringly. "I can ride it. I saw how it’s done during that superbike shoot in Australia last year. Remember? The models were zipping around, and I paid attention."

Sofia’s brows furrowed deeper. "Hold on! You saw how it’s done? Have you actually ridden a bike before? Like, ever?"

Bianca shook her head, grabbing a helmet from a nearby shelf. "No, but how hard can it be? It’s like driving a car, but... funner." She tossed the helmet to Sofia, who caught it awkwardly.

Sofia stared at the helmet as if it were a bomb. "Bianca, this is crazy. I really wish I could just go back inside and wait for Grandpa. But... fine. You’re my sister... I can’t let you do this alone."

Bianca grinned, mounting the bike with a bit of wobble. She fiddled with the keys, which were still in the ignition, and turned it on. The engine roared to life, vibrating under her. "See? Easy! Hop on."

Sofia hesitated, closing her eyes for five seconds in silent prayer. "Please don’t let us crash in the middle of the road." She climbed on behind Bianca, wrapping her arms tightly around her sister’s waist. "If we die, it’s your fault."

Bianca revved the engine lightly. "We won’t die. Hold on." She started riding slowly, holding the brakes every few seconds, being extra careful as they navigated out of the garage. The bike wobbled a bit at first, but she steadied it.

Sofia squeezed tighter. "Bianca, if you keep riding like this, we won’t catch Grandpa at this pace. Go faster!"

Bianca exhaled deeply, gripping the handles. "Okay, I got this." She told herself under her breath, "You’ve seen it done. Just like in Australia." She released the brakes and accelerated, the bike shooting out of the estate gates.

The wind whipped past them as they hit the open road. Bianca shouted over the roar, "Which way did the chopper go?"

Sofia pointed left, her voice shaky. "Left! I think it went left!"

As soon as they cleared the estate, they veered left. Bianca glanced up at the sky. "Keep looking for the chopper!"

Sofia nodded, scanning the horizon. "I understand! Just don’t crash!"

Meanwhile, inside the chopper, the old man Corleone sat comfortably in his leather seat, the whir of the rotors a steady hum. The cabin was luxurious... plush seating, a small bar, and windows offering a panoramic view of the city lights below. He leaned on his walking stick, his face calm but his eyes sharp. Two guards sat across from him, attentive.

"Tell me," he said, his voice gravelly but commanding, "have those unfilial granddaughters of mine left the house yet?"

One guard checked his phone, nodding. "Yes, sir. They took the bike from the garage, just like you predicted."

The old man laughed, a deep, rumbling sound. "That’s good. Everything is going according to plan. Is the bus ready?"

The guard confirmed. "Yes, sir. It’s positioned and waiting. Actors in place."

The old man nodded, tapping his stick on the floor. "Excellent. They can clash now. Whatever happens after, make sure those two spend two days in a police cell. No bail... no exceptions."

The guard hesitated slightly. "Sir, they haven’t eaten anything today. Should we—"

The old man smirked, waving a hand. "I’ll send someone to feed them. But it all depends on the person. I’ll leave it to them to handle it."

The guard bowed his head. "Yes, sir. Without fail."

Just after ten minutes on the road, Bianca and Sofia spotted the chopper in the distance, it was very visible in the sky. "There it is!" Sofia shouted, pointing. "Faster!"

Bianca grinned, adrenaline pumping. "Hold on!" She twisted the throttle, the bike surging forward. But as they rounded a bend, a bus appeared suddenly in their path... parked oddly at an angle. Bianca’s eyes widened. "Oh no... Fuck!"

She braked hard, but it was too late. The bike skidded, clipping the bus’s side with a screech of metal. They tumbled off, rolling onto the grass verge. Bianca’s knee scraped against the pavement, a sharp sting, but nothing broken. Sofia landed beside her, her arm scratched but she was also okay. The bus driver clutched his head, a fake gash from makeup making it look worse.

Passengers... actors in disguise—m...

piled out, yelling. "What the hell? You hit us!"

"You were driving like a maniac!"

The driver groaned. "My head... call the police!"

"Police? No wait! Let’s compensate you." Sofia tried to calm them.

"Do they really think we would get arrested? Tch!" Bianca frowned, staring at her injury.

A police car, conveniently nearby, pulled up with lights flashing. Officers stepped out. "What happened here?"

The passengers pointed at the girls. "They crashed into us! It’s reckless driving!"

Bianca stood up, brushing dirt off her clothes. "It was an accident! The bus was in the way!"

Sofia rubbed her arm. "Yeah, we were just..."

One passenger squinted. "Wait... aren’t you the Glamour Girls? From social media?"

Bianca’s heart sank as phones came out, flashes going off. "Hey, that’s them!"

"Smile for the camera!"

Sofia sighed, covering her face. "We should’ve stayed home."

Bianca screamed. "Turn off your cameras! Stop!"

But they didn’t listen. The police cuffed them gently. "You’re coming with us for questioning."

"No! Don’t put that thing on me! NO!!!"

Meanwhile, the old man got the news as the chopper landed. "They’ve been arrested, sir. As planned."

He smiled, gripping his walking stick. At the safe house, Viktor, Elias, and the family waited outside. Viktor should’ve been with his men for the war starting today, but entertaining the Corleone head came first.

"Who did you say was coming, Dad?" Dante asked, standing behind his sons.

"It’s a very powerful man. You two must stay at your best behaviour."

"We are always at our best behaviour, Dad."

Viktor just smiled as he ruffled their hair. They greeted him; he waved with a kind grandfather smile. "Hello. I’m Marco Corleone. Apologies for the sudden visit."

Viktor bowed slightly. "It’s alright. Please, come in."

"Haha! Thank you so much."

Marco nodded, as he was about to step in, his eyes locked on Elias, freezing. Elias flustered, looking away.

"Uh... Lila, is there anything on my face?" He whispered.

"Nothing," she shook her head.

He lifted his jeans, overheard Marco whisper, "Alessandro?"