The Nanny // Faye Yoko AU

Chapter 48 The zoo

Later that night,

The glow of Yoko's laptop illuminated her face in the dimly lit room. She sat cross-legged on her bed, fingers flying over the keyboard with practiced precision. The faint hum of the machine and the occasional click of keys were the only sounds in the otherwise silent space. Her brow was furrowed, her mind racing faster than her hands could type.

Offense is the best defense, Yoko thought, her eyes flicking across the screen. Her focus was razor-sharp as she combed through files and dossiers. If I monitor everyone with a motive to hurt Faye—and by extension, Mikey—I'll see the next one coming.

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she clicked through the data she had compiled. Cassiel's smug face appeared on one of the tabs, his image framed by lines of information. Yoko's gaze lingered on him for a moment before she closed that tab. Cassiel's been neutralized, she thought grimly. Another file opened, showing Madame Lavigne's profile. And the mob is impartial... for now.

Her thoughts flitted back to the uneasy truce with Lavigne. While Faye seemed to have reached an understanding with the Lyon mob boss, Yoko wasn't one to leave loose ends untied. She sighed, closing Lavigne's file, her mind moving on to the next potential threat.

"So, who's next?" Yoko muttered aloud, her voice soft but filled with determination. Her eyes shifted to the three photos on her screen—key players in Faye's world. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, her mind already racing ahead.

Faye's still on good terms with the Bratva after the Croatian incident, Yoko thought, her memory flashing to reports of Faye's negotiations with the Russian mafia. And Breixo's activities don't overlap with the Venetian mafia's interests, she added, dismissing another name from her mental list of suspects.

Her eyes narrowed as a new photo filled her screen—a sharp-eyed woman with an icy smile. But the Triad... Yoko thought, her fingers pausing over the keyboard. They'll want to renegotiate terms now that Lavigne's forfeited the luxury goods contracts.

Yoko clicked on Alice's file, her research pulling up a wealth of information. The woman's high-profile hobbies and taste for extravagance stood out like a beacon. Alice has a taste for fast cars, Yoko thought, her lips twitching into a small smile as she scrolled through pictures of Alice standing beside sleek, expensive vehicles.

Her eyes lit up as a headline popped onto her screen. Looks like the Monaco Grand Prix is this weekend, Yoko mused, her fingers already flying across the keyboard as she began cross-referencing schedules and event details.

Neutral location, public venue... Yoko thought, a plan already forming in her mind. She leaned back slightly, her gaze fixed on Alice's picture. And Alice never misses it.

Yoko's lips curved into a satisfied smile as she bookmarked the Grand Prix schedule. The glow of her laptop screen reflected in her eyes, sharp with resolve. Let's see what you're up to, Alice.

In the morning

The morning sun streamed through the penthouse windows, casting a warm glow over the dining table where the trio was gathered for breakfast. Nico was happily munching on a slice of toast slathered with Nutella, his fingers already smudged with chocolate. Val sat with her coffee, her sharp eyes scanning her phone, her demeanor as sharp as the espresso she sipped. Faye, however, sat with an expression of mild boredom, pushing a piece of bacon around her plate absentmindedly.

"I've got a contact who can get you club tickets," Val said, her tone casual but her eyes flicking up to meet Faye's.

"Security's tight, but—" Nico began, gesturing with his Nutella-covered toast, but his words were cut off by the sound of a folder slamming onto the table.