The Nanny // Faye Yoko AU

Chapter 3 Kidnapping

Third Person POV

"Shit!" Yoko cursed under her breath, eyes locked on the van speeding away through the gates. Frustration and panic gnawed at her as she spun around and bolted back toward the mansion.

"What the hell happened?!" Faye's voice boomed across the driveway, her tone sharp with anger and fear.

"Masked kidnappers," Yoko spat out, still catching her breath. "They took Mikey from the drive—" She didn't even get to finish before Faye grabbed her arm in a tight, almost desperate grip.

"Then go after them," Faye demanded, her voice low and dangerous.

Fuc..!! Yoko thought, fury flashing across her face. She yanked her arm free from Faye's grasp, her eyes blazing as she met the older woman's glare. "I will," she snapped, the anger in her voice unmistakable.

Her mind raced as she stood there, her chest heaving. She needed to act fast. Yoko locked eyes with Faye, her expression fierce. "Get me the car keys."

Faye didn't flinch, not even a blink. Her voice remained cold and controlled as she replied, "Adam will take you."

Adam, already running toward them, was clearly caught off guard by the chaos unfolding before him. "Another kidnapping, boss?!" he shouted, his face a mix of disbelief and urgency.

Yoko was halfway into the car when she heard Adam's question. She paused, her hand gripping the door, and turned toward him. "We'll find her," she said firmly, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her. Then, she shot a sharp glance back at Faye. "In the meantime, call the police." With that, she got into the car, slamming the door behind her.

Faye stood there, watching the young woman with a cold, calculating gaze. I'm the one in charge here, yet she's the one giving orders... Faye thought to herself, a wry smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Tsk tsk.

As the engine roared to life, Faye strode toward the car, leaning down so her face was inches from Yoko's through the open window. The proximity was intense, the tension between them palpable.

"If you do your job," Faye said, her voice a dangerous whisper, "I won't have to." Then, without waiting for a response, she straightened and slammed the car door shut.

Yoko's POV

Does she always have to be so close to me? Yoko thought, feeling a surge of irritation spike through her. Tsk. The moment Faye leaned in, her breath warm and her intense gaze practically burning into Yoko's skin, it sent a strange, unsettling chill down her spine. Yoko could feel the closeness in every muscle of her body, the space between them shrinking to mere inches.

Her heart pounded against her ribs, not from fear but from the sheer tension Faye always seemed to bring with her. There was something about the woman that stirred up frustration inside Yoko, the way she carried herself, always looming, always in control, like she could command the air itself to bend to her will. And the way she looked at Yoko—as if testing her, waiting for her to fail. It lit a fire inside Yoko, one that made her grit her teeth and dig in her heels, refusing to back down.

Does she have to do that every time? Yoko's mind raced, her pulse quickening despite her effort to stay calm. Faye's presence was so overwhelming, it was like she deliberately used it to unnerve her, to keep Yoko on edge. And it worked.

She forced herself to breathe, to focus. This wasn't the time to be flustered by proximity or the icy tone in Faye's voice. Mikey was out there, in the hands of kidnappers, and Yoko had to pull herself together. She was more than capable—I trained for this, she reminded herself, gripping the door handle so tightly her knuckles turned white.