What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny? Chapter 162: Shit?

Viktor disconnected the call as soon as he got the ssage from Harlan and imdiately alerted the other n through comms, his voice was calm and filled with urgency.

"Okay! Team—ready check. Weapons checked? Comms checked?"

Responses ca quickly. "Ready." "Checked." "All good."

Viktor smiled even though he heard the response. Everything was going smoothly. But at the sa ti, it made him scared. Because sotis when everything is happening smoothly, sothing can go wrong at the end, ruining everyone’s hard work.

He shook the bad thoughts off his head and cleared his throat.

"Nothing would happen. Nothing can definitely go wrong!"

He grabbed his gun from the holster, putting extra bullets inside his pocket in case he needed them during the chaos. He told so n over the radio, "Station yourselves at the secret backdoor we saw on the map... in case they try to run away that way. Block it tight."

"Roger." They spread imdiately, moving into position around the club.

"Okay! It’s now or never," Ethan exhaled deeply, also feeling nervous.

Viktor stared at his hands that were trembling a little. He suddenly realised that Ethan wasn’t from a Mafia family. He was just an ordinary man who was going to be the heir one day.

Viktor suddenly leaned in, trying to take the gun from him but Ethan noticed and pulled his hand away.

"Are you sure you can handle that?" Viktor questioned.

"It’s not my first ti. I can handle it," Ethan replied with a determined voice.

"I see..." Viktor shook hands with Ethan, the grip firm. "Good luck."

Ethan nodded with his heart thumping fast. "You too. Let’s end this."

They headed to the club, splitting to cover entrances. From outside, as teams moved in quietly, the Ogas at the front started screaming as they saw ard n in dark gear approaching fast. Panic spread, and people scattered in all directions.

Even those inside the club started screaming as teams breached the main doors, the music still bursting through the speakers loudly, drums thumping over the chaos.

And that’s when it started. Teams moved efficiently... so n working in the bar as security or staff were restrained quickly with zip ties, and no shots were fired yet to keep it controlled and make sure those in the secret trade room aren’t running away yet.

The Ogas inside were rounded up carefully. Since there were a bunch of ogas working as slaves, there were also those who worked there willingly and those who ca to dance. Teams imdiately identified the ones with tattoos as victims, treating them gently, wrapping blankets around their shoulders, and leading them to safe areas away from the action.

"Get them into the van. The van on the west side! Move!" Viktor yelled into the Comms.

Inside the trade room, the trade was still ongoing as n auctioned for Ogas on a small stage, voices calling bids calmly like it was normal business. Harlan hated what he was seeing—the Ogas on display, with their scared eyes, and forced smiles.

He was still acting drunk, slouched in his chair, but inside he just couldn’t take it anymore, especially as his anger kept building. He wanted to slip his hand into his pocket and pull out his gun to end it, but one of the Ogas working in the bar ran in suddenly, with a pale face. "The club is under attack! Ard n everywhere!"

The n started whispering and groaning, shifting uncomfortably. They didn’t want to get caught up in this since their reputations, families, and businesses were at risk.

The host... the beautiful dominant oga, the sa one that’s the owner of the club but pretending not to be... stood up quickly from her seat near the stage.

Harlan imdiately recognised her after Ethan’s detailed description of her. She was elegant, with long hair and sharp eyes, dressed in a sleek outfit that commanded attention. She was the dominant oga who’s been in charge of this hellhole.

As soon as she heard about the attack, she wanted to run toward a side exit, but Harlan was quick to catch her, moving fast despite his "drunk" act. He held her hands and pulled them to the back firmly. "Not so fast, pretty girl."

She started to yell, struggling.

"I’m innocent! I was forced to do this. Please! Help ! You have to take away from these people."

Harlan first pretended to believe her, loosening his grip a bit.

"Really? Why don’t we work together then? Tell ... where’s your boss? Tell , and maybe I’ll help."

She sniffed, tears coming fast, trying to touch his arm.

"He’s the one who controls everything. He is..."

He knew very well how to avoid her touch because she would create a tattoo on his body with her ability to control him to do anything she wanted. He beat her hands off sharply, stepping back. Her eyes suddenly went cold as she burst into laughter, the act dropping.

She asked, "You’re one of the people terrorising my club?"

Harlan shrugged, hand near his gun. "So what if I am?"

She snapped her finger, and suddenly guns appeared from all the corners of the room—hidden panels opening, ard guards stepping out, pointing at him. Harlan stepped back, hands up slowly as he requested backup through his earpiece. "Need support... Now!"

She smiled. "Support? No one will co to your aid. You’re trapped."

Harlan didn’t want to believe her until he heard Viktor’s voice in the background over comms, strained.

"Harlan, the pin has changed. We don’t know the new one. The door’s locked solid. I’m sorry, Harlan."

Harlan sighed, muttering under his breath about having to do it himself. He took off his coat slowly, rolling his shoulders as the VIP n were moved to the back of the large hall by guards. Harlan gave Viktor an order calmly.

"Break down the door as quickly as you can. I’ll be done with the people in here by the ti it’s down."

Viktor asked, concern clear. "You sure you can handle them alone?"

Harlan smirked, cracking his knuckles. "I’m from the Corleone house. This is a small thing for ."

The oga froze when she heard Corleone’s house, her confidence cracking. She didn’t want to believe it until Harlan took out his gun smoothly, the Corleone insignia was clear on the handle. She froze and whispered, "Shit!"