What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny? Chapter 160: Six Hours Left!

A few hours later, at 3 pm, Viktor t Ethan at the spot they had agreed upon... a quiet warehouse on the edge of the city, away from main roads and prying eyes. The area was industrial, with old buildings and parked trucks, the air slling of oil and dust from the nearby docks.

It was also one of the many places Viktor had control over. He arrived first, his car pulling up smoothly, and he stepped out in a dark jacket, phone to his ear as he spoke with Gerald back at the estate. The call was important since it contained updates on security after a recent attempt on the estate.

Ethan arrived a minute later, his car crunching on the gravel as he parked beside Viktor’s. He stepped out alone this ti, no Jace, carrying a rolled-up map under his arm. He shook hands with Viktor in a silent greeting, the grip firm and quick, both n nodding as Viktor continued his call.

Viktor held up a finger to Ethan, signalling one mont, as he listened to Gerald. "So are there any injuries? Especially you... tell straight."

Gerald’s voice ca through clear.

"I’m fine, boss. I’m not injured in any way. However, we lost two n in the skirmish, and four were injured. There’s nothing life-threatening, but they’re hurting."

Viktor frowned, his free hand clenching as his nails dug into his palm

"I see. Get them to the hospital imdiately. Make sure they get the best care... no expenses spared. Once they’re well, we’ll find a way to retaliate. And we’ll do it the hard way and make them pay a thousandfold."

Gerald had a little excitent in his voice even though he tried to hide it.

"Already on it. The doctors are with them now."

Viktor nodded and freed his clenched fist.

"Good. And find out which family sent those n. I want nas before tomorrow morning."

Gerald replied. "Working on it, sir. We’ll have sothing soon."

Viktor exhaled deeply.

"Keep updated." He ended the call, pocketing the phone, and turned to Ethan with an apologetic nod. "Sorry about that. There was trouble at ho. Seems like soone dared to test our defences last night."

Ethan waved it off, understanding completely. "No problem. Family first... always. How bad was it?"

Viktor sighed, rubbing his neck.

"Lost two good n. Four injured. But we held and managed to send them running. Gerald’s handling it."

Ethan nodded seriously. "Sorry to hear. Anything I can do?"

Viktor shook his head.

"Not yet. But today’s plan... this ends the bigger ss faster." He introduced Ethan to the head of the team that Corleone had sent. The man stepped forward from the van parked nearby, tall and built with blonde hair tied back and a strong British accent. His team unloaded crates quietly. Crates that were filled with weapons, gear, all marked with the Corleone insignia discreetly. "This is Captain Harlan. Marco Corleone sent him and his n. They are the best in the business."

Harlan shook Ethan’s hand firmly. "Pleasure. Heard good things about your intel."

Ethan returned the grip.

"Sa. Let’s make this count."

Viktor just couldn’t hide his excitent at how quickly this hellish war was going to end with their help. The Corleone support was a ga-changer—professional, equipped, no questions. He smiled to himself as Ethan took out the large map and laid it on the hood of the car, weighing the corners with small stones from the ground. They gathered around it, the wind tugging at the edges.

Ethan pointed to a marked route. "This is the road to enter the secret room where the Ogas are being sold. It’s hidden behind the club—Eclipse. mbers can be disguised, but you need the door code to get past the guards and penetrate the main trade room."

Harlan leaned in, studying. "Do the code changes?"

Ethan tilted his head as he was confused.

"Not often, I guess. The last one I knew was 7-4-2-9. The bartender oga typed it in front of ... on purpose, I think. He wanted help. However, the secret password that will enable you to go into the trade room is for you to say the word. ’I want to see your golden goods’"

"That’s weird as fuck!" Viktor nodded. "Anyway, we’ll confirm on site. Harlan—you’re going in."

Harlan, the handso man with blonde hair and a huge chest, raised an eyebrow. "? Why not one of yours?"

Viktor placed a hand on his shoulder. "You’re perfect... handso, built, British accent smooth as anything, and a Beta. Ogas trust Betas more in places like that. No dominant pheromones to scare them. Plus, people in the club know who we are already."

Harlan groaned but nodded.

"Fine. I’ll go in. But if it’s as bad as you say, we burn it down after."

Viktor smiled. "Deal."

Ethan added details.

"I sat at the counter last ti. Then this handso oga bartender with a ponytail and a tattoo behind his ear spoke to . Don’t touch the tattoo or ask about it. He warned that it’s not allowed. It’s sensitive."

Harlan nodded as he folded his huge arms like he was taking ntal notes.

"Got it. No touching."

Viktor continued. "The tattoo... It’s how they control them. The dominant oga in charge brands the kidnapped ones, creating matching marks. Buyers channel pheromones through it which binds them. They can’t leave, can’t choose partners, can’t love freely. They are trapped."

Harlan shook his head. "It’s terrible. We must exterminate everyone running it."

Viktor tapped his finger on the map.

"Yes. The ’owner’ on paper is a stand-in. The real boss is the dominant oga and a woman. She survived her family’s wipeout years ago. Watch for her... she might also play victim."

Harlan nodded again.

"Noted."

They planned for two hours... entry points, signals, extraction, backups. Ethan described the layout from mory—the bar, hidden door, and lower-level rooms. Harlan asked sharp and professional questions. Viktor coordinated the teams.

After rolling the map, Viktor said, "Plan comnces in six hours. Night cover. We do this once and make sure we can’t fail."

They nodded in agreent. In six hours, Club Eclipse would go down.