What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 161: Six Hours Later!
Six hours later, it was showtime. The night had fallen heavily over the city, the streets lit by flickering neon signs and the occasional streetlamp. Club Eclipse sat in a bustling district, its front flashing with bright lights and loud music thumping through the walls, drawing crowds of people seeking a good time. The line outside was long, filled with men and women dressed up, laughter and chatter mixing with the bass from inside. Harlan was dressed in a super expensive suit in the back of the van.
It was a tailored black fabric that fit his broad frame perfectly, a crisp white shirt underneath, and a watch that caught the light. His blonde hair was combed and styled neatly, giving him an almost foreign look with his sharp features and confident stance. He checked himself in a small mirror, adjusting the collar, then stepped out of the van parked a block away.
As soon as he alighted from the car and started walking toward the club entrance, all the Omegas waiting in line or hanging around outside swung their attention to him. They were dressed in revealing clothes, makeup bold, pheromones subtle but noticeable in the night air.
"Hey, handsome," one called, stepping closer with a smile. "Looking for company tonight?"
Another pushed forward playfully. "Give me a chance—I’ll make it worth your time."
Harlan smiled, his British accent smooth as he held one of them lightly by the waist, grinning and checking them out openly. "Ladies, you’re all stunning. It’s so hard to choose."
They all swam towards him like moths to a light, surrounding him with giggles and touches, offering drinks or dances inside. Harlan laughed, playing along, letting one link arms with him as they moved toward the entrance. The bouncers nodded him through quickly... his look and confidence screamed money and status.
Viktor and Ethan were parked far from Club Eclipse, in a dark van with tinted windows, watching Harlan from binoculars. The distance was safe, the club’s lights visible, but details were clear through the lenses.
Ethan whispered a wow as he lowered his binoculars for a second. "Harlan is doing a good job blending in. Look at him... they’re all over him already."
Viktor smirked, keeping his eyes on the scene.
"That’s why he’s from the Corleones. They are all talented—trained for this kind of work. He knows how to play the part."
They watched till Harlan walked in through the main doors, disappearing inside with a group of Omegas hanging on him. Viktor leaned back in his seat, setting the binoculars down. "He’s in. We can’t follow visually now... too risky. Comms only from here."
Ethan nodded, checking his watch.
"He’ll signal when he’s at the counter. So until then, we wait."
Harlan, on the other hand, danced with a few omegas inside the club. It was 11 pm, the place packed with bodies moving to the loud music, lights flashing in colours across the dance floor. The air was thick with smoke, perfume, and pheromones, the bar crowded with people ordering drinks.
Harlan moved easily, his suit jacket off now, shirt sleeves rolled up as he danced with two Omegas, one on each arm. He laughed loudly, buying rounds for them and others nearby, flashing cash to keep the attention. He was doing this because he was sure he was being watched by guards in corners, staff eyeing new faces. He didn’t look at the people watching him, just enjoyed himself, ordering more drinks and tipping big to build the image of a rich, carefree buyer.
The Omegas clung to him, flirting and dancing close. "You’re fun," one said, pressing against him.
Harlan grinned. "The night’s young. Let’s make it memorable."
He kept the act up, drinking but not too much, his mind sharp. When it was 11:45, close to the trade time at midnight, he walked towards the counter, acting drunk—stumbling a bit, laughing loudly as he leaned on the bar. He remembered the Omega Ethan told him about... the one with a ponytail and a tattoo. But this bartender was different. Short hair cropped close, wearing a thin suit blazer without a shirt underneath, showing skin and a confident posture.
Harlan saw him and started to eye him openly, smirking as he leaned forward on the counter. The bartender noticed, raising an eyebrow. Harlan whispered, slurring a bit for show, "Give me your finest golden goods."
The Omega frowned at Harlan, pausing with a glass in hand, then walked towards the hidden door at the end of the bar. He secretly put the password into the panel while covering it with his body, the beep soft under the music. He led inside without a word, motioning Harlan to follow.
Harlan clapped his hands still acting drunk, loud and sloppy as he tried to hug the Omega from behind.
"Come on, handsome—let’s have fun first!"
The Omega pushed Harlan away roughly, cursing under his breath. "Hands off, idiot. Get in or get out."
Harlan laughed, stumbling through the door.
He walked towards a chair in the lower room and sat down heavily, waiting as the space filled up over fifteen minutes. A lot of people who knew each other were there... rich men in suits, some with masks already for anonymity, greeting quietly. The room was dim, with low lights and private booths, the air thicker with anticipation.
Then, he heard static in his earpiece and quickly tapped it. He heard Viktor’s voice, low and clear. "Harlan—status? You in?"
He leaned back on the chair, whispering casually like he was talking to himself. "Yes. He’s in and it’s very huge down here. Private, soundproof. A lot of influential men are here. Even with their masks starting to go on, I could recognise some politicians and business heads."
Viktor nodded almost to himself.
"Good work. Need anything?"
Harlan replied with a grin.
"I do. I’ll send it as a text to you. They’re starting soon. Let the other men get ready to infiltrate the bar from outside."
