The Nanny // Faye Yoko AU

Chapter 36 War is in the air

The flashing lights cast an eerie glow on the faces around them as Yoko and Faye moved swiftly back inside, leaving the balcony behind. The tension in the room was palpable, and Yoko's pulse quickened as she followed Faye's quickened steps through the crowd of mafia heads scrambling to find their exits.

"The police have no cause to detain us, do they?" Yoko asked in a low voice, her eyes darting between the crowd and Faye's expression.

Faye's gaze was sharp, but her voice remained calm, laced with urgency. "Let's not wait to find out."

As they maneuvered through the throng, Yoko kept a hand at Faye's back, guiding her steadily. Ahead of them, Bunny's voice could be heard speaking urgently to Alice. "Our spotters saw four cars, approaching fast."

Behind them, the Bratva matriarch barked at her guards, her walking stick raised as she demanded, "GET MY DRIVER!"

Yoko's eyes caught sight of a narrow hallway to the side. She tugged Faye's arm, steering her toward it. "This way," Yoko whispered, pulling Faye into a dimly lit stairwell. "There's a staff exit to an underground parking lot."

Faye gave her a skeptical look as they descended quickly. "You're sure?"

Yoko flashed a brief, determined smile. "I pulled the blueprints this afternoon." Her tone held a hint of pride despite the chaos.

At the bottom of the stairs, Yoko cautiously peeked through the door, scanning for any signs of movement. "No sign of trouble," she whispered, gripping the door handle as she prepared to lead Faye through. "Stay close behind me."

Faye muttered, almost to herself, "Of all the nights to leave Adam at home."

"We'll be fine on foot," Yoko reassured, her eyes alert and focused.

Just then, a door to their right burst open, slamming against the wall with an echoing crack. Madam Lavigne stormed into the dimly lit garage, her face contorted with rage. Her glare fixed immediately on Faye, her voice carrying across the concrete space, furious and accusatory.

"MALISORN!" she shouted, her eyes blazing. "You've gone too far."

Faye took a step back, her face showing controlled composure as she tried to meet Lavigne's accusations. "This wasn't me," she replied, steady but defensive.

But Lavigne jabbed an accusing finger at Faye's chest, her words biting and venomous. "The only one uninvited, and you get wind of the Gendarmerie first."

Faye opened her mouth, gesturing toward the doors. "I heard the sirens outside—"

"BULLSHIT! You planned this," Lavigne interrupted, her voice echoing in the enclosed space.

Yoko stepped between them, her body acting as a shield as she fixed Lavigne with a cold stare. "Settle this later. We have to go," she urged, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Lavigne's eyes narrowed, fury crackling in her voice. "You DARE?" she hissed, her contempt for Yoko's interference clear.

Yoko tightened her stance in front of Faye, her body language protective. She leaned back slightly to murmur to Faye, "When I tell you to run, you go." Her eyes met Faye's, filled with a fierce determination.

Before Lavigne could say another word, the flash of headlights swept over the walls of the parking area, followed by a police car speeding past the entrance.

"MOVE IT!" Lavigne barked at her men, motioning them forward. But she paused, leveling a last furious look at Faye, her voice dripping with cold malice. "Tell your uncle, the Malisorn are done in Lyon."