The Nanny // Faye Yoko AU

Chapter 17 Lertprasert

Croatian territory

Faye!  Yoko thought, her eyes widening in shock. Her face betrayed the confusion swirling inside her—surprised by her sudden appearance, but more so by the two figures standing ominously behind Faye. She recognized Faye's authority and control but wondered, Who are they?

Val, the woman with purple hair and a cold demeanor, smirked as she strapped a belt filled with sharp, pointy studs around her knuckles. "Really, Faye, a throwdown on our first day back together?" she asked with a casual air, like this was just another day at the office. Her voice was playful, yet dangerous, as if violence was more of a hobby than a necessity. "You shouldn't have," Val added, her grin widening as she rolled her shoulders, ready for action.

Next to her, Nicco flashed a full, devilish grin. His red hair, wild and untamed, matched the dangerous gleam in his eyes as he nodded toward Mikey, still tied up but now grinning back at him. "And a chance to see my favorite mini-mafiosa!" he said with exaggerated enthusiasm, pointing at Mikey. "You spoil us, Boss," he added, clearly enjoying the chaos.

Faye, her smirk barely noticeable but dripping with sarcasm, responded, "Guess I missed you after all." Her voice was steady, but underneath, there was an unmistakable edge. She enjoyed this too—this game of power, control, and intimidation.

The bravado of the Croatians began to falter under the combined presence of the Malisorns and their enforcers, but one goon, trying desperately to maintain his composure, shouted, "Go back to Venice!" His voice wavered ever so slightly. "This city is spoken for!"

"Is it?" Faye asked calmly, her eyes boring into him like ice. She paused for dramatic effect, letting the tension simmer before adding, "When you can't even hold onto your own weapons caches?" Her words were calculated, delivered as she nonchalantly drew her gun, as though daring them to respond.

Is she trying to make them angrier? Yoko thought, her irritation growing as she watched Faye stoke the flames with every word. Yoko kept her gun trained on the goons, her eyes flicking from one target to another. Mother and daughter are cut from the same infuriating cloth, she mused.

The woman who had been posing as a nanny sneered, trying to regain some control of the situation. "You may have the Bratva in your corner now, but they'll turn on you," she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "And the Marseille Mob won't take this encroachment lying down!" she added, her tone desperate as she tried to sway the situation back in their favor.

"We'll do what we want!" Mikey piped up from the floor, still tied to the post but as defiant as ever. "And you'll see what happens to those who oppose us!"

The room went silent for a beat, everyone taken aback by the audacity of the little girl. Mikey's voice, though small, was filled with the same steely resolve as her mother. Even tied up, she was daring them to challenge her.

"One more word, baby gangster, and I'll—" the woman goon began to snap back, raising her gun slightly toward Mikey.

But Yoko cut her off, her voice icy and commanding. "You'll do nothing." Her tone was so cold, so lethal, that the air seemed to freeze for a moment. The woman flinched, her grip on the gun loosening slightly as she stared at Yoko, the weight of her words settling like a stone in her gut.

Yoko's eyes were sharp, unwavering, her gun still pointed at the woman. There was no fear in her stance, no hesitation. Just the quiet, lethal promise that if anyone made a move toward Mikey, it would be their last.

"It's obvious you don't want to fire that weapon," Yoko stated, her voice calm and collected as her eyes locked onto the woman goon. "Or you would've taken me out the moment I walked in."