What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 146: Special Payback!

The police station smelled like old coffee and cleaning products, the kind that never quite covered the underlying odour of sweat and stress. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, making everything look pale and tired.

Vale and Vera walked side by side down the narrow hallway, their footsteps echoing on the linoleum floor. They had come straight from the safe house, still in casual jackets and jeans, carrying a small paper bag that Vera held loosely in one hand. The officer leading them was a middle-aged man with a moustache and a clipboard. He glanced back at them with a knowing smile.

"We’ve been expecting you two," he said, his voice friendly but professional. "The boss mentioned visitors might show up for the Corleone girls."

Vale returned the smile, keeping it light. "Thanks for letting us in so quickly."

The officer nodded, stopping at a heavy metal door with a small window. He knocked twice with his black baton... the "small black wood" as some called it... before peering in. "Guests for you."

Inside the holding cell, Bianca and Sofia were sitting on the hard bench, looking dishevelled for the first time in their lives. Bianca’s hair was messy, her makeup smudged from earlier frustration, and Sofia’s usually perfect outfit was wrinkled from the uncomfortable seat. They both jumped up at the word "guests," hope lighting their faces.

"Is it Mom?" Bianca asked quickly, rushing to the bars. "Finally!"

Sofia crowded beside her. "Tell her to hurry with the bail!"

But when the door opened wider and Vale and Vera stepped into view, the sisters froze. Their expressions shifted from hope to shock, then to outright anger. Bianca hissed loudly, her hands gripping the bars. "You? What the hell are you doing here?"

Sofia hissed too, her eyes narrowing. "Get out. Just get out! We don’t want to see you."

Vale put on a concerned face, tilting her head. "Hey, easy. We heard what happened and came to check on you. Are you okay? You look... tired."

Vera nodded, matching the fake sympathy. "Yeah, we were worried after seeing the news. The car crash? Police station? That’s rough."

Bianca’s anger faltered for a second, confusion mixing in. "Worried? Why would you be worried about us? You hate us. After what happened—"

Sofia cut in, still suspicious. "This is a trick, right? You’re here to laugh at us. Sure... Go ahead and laugh."

Vale shook her head, stepping closer. "Trust me, this is no trick. We saw the news online. Everyone’s talking about it, even on our way here. The Glamour Girls got arrested? We figured you could use some friendly faces."

"See!" Vera held up the paper bag. "We even brought something to cheer you up."

Bianca’s guard dropped a bit, her voice softening with reluctant hope. "You... you’re here to help? Are you here to bail us out or something?"

Sofia leaned in. "Mom’s lawyer is taking forever. If you know people..."

Vale shrugged casually. "Bail? Oh no. That’s above our pay grade since we’re below you girls. But we thought you’d be hungry. Jail food can’t be good."

Vera opened the bag, pulling out a clear container filled with chopped carrots, celery, broccoli, and cucumber slices... nothing else. Just raw veggies. "We brought food. Healthy stuff. You know, to keep you strong while in here."

Bianca stared at the container, her face falling. "Veggies? That’s it?"

Sofia’s suspicion returned full force. "You’re joking. You came all this way for... salad?"

Vale set the container on the small ledge by the bars. "Your Grandpa asked us to visit his ’stubborn relative’ with food. He didn’t specify what kind. We figured veggies are good for you since they have low calories and also keep you looking camera-ready."

Vera smirked slightly. "Remember yesterday? You left Elias lost in your house, got him held at gunpoint, and got him blamed him for your grandpa’s collapse. We thought you’d appreciate something... light. No heavy meals in jail, right?"

Bianca’s face reddened with realisation and regret. "This is payback, right? You’re getting back at us for yesterday."

Sofia grabbed the bars. "We didn’t mean for any of that to happen! Elias got lost because Bianca left him—"

Bianca shot her a look. "Don’t blame me! He could’ve asked for directions."

Vale crossed her arms. "He did get lost. And your guards pointed guns at him. He also donated blood to save your grandpa because you two refused. Remember that part?"

Vera nodded. "Yeah. And now you’re here because you chased your grandpa on a bike and crashed into a bus. Karma’s fast, huh?"

Bianca slumped against the wall, regret hitting her hard. "We shouldn’t have followed him. This is all his fault... he cut off everything. No food delivery, no cars, spoiled meat in the fridge. We were starving."

Sofia sat back on the bench, rubbing her temples. "I told you to wait. But no, ’let’s chase him on the bike.’ Now look at us—scratches, police cell, and these two gloating."

Vale picked up a carrot stick from the container, crunching it loudly. "Gloating? No. Just visiting, as your grandpa asked. He said we could bring food if we wanted. We were kind enough to bring veggies."

Vera laughed softly. "Healthy eating in jail can build character. I hope by the time you leave here, your trashy attitude will change."

Bianca glared, but there was defeat in her eyes. "You think this is funny? Our lives are ruined. Fans saw everything and my image would be ruined. My image..."

Sofia’s voice cracked a bit. "We regret it, okay? Chasing him was stupid. If we’d stayed home, apologised properly..."

Vale shrugged. "Too late now. Enjoy the veggies. They’re fresh... from our kitchen this morning."

Bianca stared at the container, hunger winning over pride as she grabbed a piece of cucumber. "This is humiliating."

Sofia took a carrot, chewing slowly. "At least it’s something. Thanks... I guess."

Vera and Vale exchanged satisfied glances. Payback complete.

The officer cleared his throat. "Time’s up, ladies."

Vale waved. "Take care. See you around... or not."

As they left, Bianca called out weakly. "Wait... tell Grandpa we’re sorry?"

Vera paused at the door. "We’ll think about it."

They walked out, the cell door clanging shut behind them.

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After the prison visit, Marco was finally heading home in his chopper. The cabin was quiet as Marco looked around, noting the guards... fewer than usual for him, though Drago had about ten men visible.

"The men protecting the house are too few," he said, his voice carrying over the rotor noise. "I hope nothing happens to the kids... and also Elias."

Viktor, sitting across, explained calmly. "Most of the men are busy because of the war, sir. We have to spread them thin."

Marco sighed deeply. "That war. I wonder when it will be over?"

He leaned closer to Viktor, lowering his voice for secrecy. "Tell me... what is your relationship with Elias?"

Viktor met his gaze steadily. "I love him, sir. I’m ready to be with him fully. But I’ll wait... he’s pursuing his career and getting what he wants should come first."

Marco smiled warmly, nodding. "Good man. If you’re serious, I’ll send some men to assist you. And permission to use my last name... end that war quickly."

Viktor bowed his head. "Thank you, sir. It means everything."

Marco’s smile lingered. "I’m doing it because of my feelings for Elias. He’s special. But if you change your mind..." His tone hardened slightly. "This would be difficult for you."

Guilt washed over Viktor...he thought of Camilla and the secrets he was keeping from Elias... but he nodded firmly. "I won’t, sir."

After Viktor alighted from the chopper, Marco waved at Elias from the window as the chopper lifted off, calling out, "I’ll visit soon, boy!"

As the chopper disappeared into the sky, everyone outside heaved a breath of relief. The tension from the visit eased, and the family relaxed. Elias turned to Lila immediately, his voice a mix of confusion and frustration. "Lila, why did you say that to him? About finding my real parents?"

Lila looked up innocently. "Don’t you want to find them?"

Elias shook his head. "I never thought about it. I don’t want to meet people who abandoned me."

Lila tilted her head. "What if they didn’t abandon you? What if something happened?"

Elias paused, grabbing his hair in frustration. The idea hit him unexpectedly. "I... I need time alone." He walked away toward the garden, needing space.

Lila sighed, watching him go. Viktor placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You did the right thing, Lila."

She folded her arms. "I always do the right thing." She headed inside.

Viktor entered with the twins, who chattered about the chopper.

Meanwhile, in the chopper, a guard asked Marco, "Are you okay, sir?"

Marco smiled. "More than better." He stared out the window, thinking. "Elias... he resembles Matteo when young." He turned to the guard. "What if that child is Alessandro?"

The guard hesitated... he knew Marco’s obsession with his long-lost grandson Alessandro. "If you order, sir, I’ll find out everything about Elias."

Marco nodded. "Do it."

The guard’s eyes lit up.. second order in days. "Yes, sir!"