What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 125: Where Is The Twins’ Mother?

Chapter 125: Where Is The Twins’ Mother?
Elias woke up slowly the next morning. His body was aching from yesterday’s ride, baking and a small quarrel with Viktor. He stared at the window as the sunlight slanted through the blinds, warming the sheets.
Elias slipped out of bed carefully as he stretched his hand. He yawned and placed a hand on his chest, hoping that everything that had happened yesterday was a dream, but it was reality.
He shook his head and slapped his cheek twice.
’Come on, Elias. Don’t start your day thinking about him.’
He grabbed a hoodie and headed downstairs. The kitchen was spotless and empty, even after the mess he had created the day before while baking. Baking was fun until it was time to clean up the used dishes. He smiled as he saw that the silver stand was empty. Everyone finished the cake, and he didn’t even get to enjoy it yesterday. At least, Lila’s birthday was celebrated.
’I didn’t even get a gift for her. What kind of brother am I?’ he sighed. It was maybe his second time that morning.
Since there was no new chef yet, he had to make breakfast. Milo would have come with them, but he turned out to be a spy.
Elias started pulling out pans and eggs. He was going to make breakfast for everyone since he was sure that the twins would be up soon, demanding food.
Lila would wander in with her bed head as she rubbed her eyes.
"Good morning, brother," she greeted as she sat opposite the kitchen island.
"Good morning Lila. Did you sleep well?" He asked and she held onto her small blanket as she sniffed in.
"Yes. But, everywhere is cold. It’s like a freezer in here," she groaned and adjusted it again.
Elias didn’t know if it was because he was used to the air conditioner or because he wasn’t cold.
"I’ll ask if there’s a way to get a heater in your room."
Lila smiled and gave her brother a thumbs-up.
"Thank you, brother!"
He smiled as he cracked eggs into a bowl, whisked them with milk and salt.
Chopped onions, peppers, and cheese. The sizzle of butter in the pan filled the air. He looked so serious as he cooked.
Valentina appeared first, with a pink apron already tied around her waist and her phone in her hand.
"Morning!" she said brightly. "I can’t believe you already beat us to it."
Elias turned, confused. "Best what? To what?"
Valentina didn’t answer, but Vera, from behind, questioned as she pushed her sister aside.
"What’s for breakfast?"
"Uh... Toast? Omelettes?"
Valentina’s eyes lit up. "Ooh, can I film then?"
Elias blinked. "Film?"
Vera walked in behind her, groaning silently. "She means for our channel. V Chefs. We cook stuff and people watch."
Elias stared. "Oh! So... you’re famous?"
Valentina laughed. "You really don’t know us?"
Lila’s voice came from where she was seated as she munched on a toast.
"I told you yesterday. My brother doesn’t watch TV or anything. He’s too busy being boring."
Valentina grinned. "That’s perfect. Authentic reaction. Can I film?"
Elias shrugged. "Well, if it’s not live."
Valentina set her phone on a small tripod, hit record. She started talking to the camera.
"Hi, V Chef’s family! Today we’re at a secret location with a special guest... our brother’s friend Elias! He’s making omelettes. Elias, say hi."
Elias waved awkwardly. "Uh... Hi."
Valentina laughed. "He’s shy. Cute. So, Elias, what’s your secret to fluffy eggs?"
Elias blinked. "Uh... whisk hard? Add milk?"
Vera leaned in. "Solid advice. We should follow you on social media for more tips."
Elias shook his head. "I don’t have any. I don’t do social media."
Valentina gasped. "What? We have to fix that."
Lila snorted. "Good luck. He barely uses his phone."
The twins ran in with their messy hair. They had their huge pyjamas on that looked like they were falling off their waist.
"Good morning!" They chorused as they rushed to their nanny first.
Elias smiled as he ruffled their hair.
"Daddy’s still sleeping," Dante announced.
"Can we have cake for breakfast?" Dario asked.
Elias smiled. "No. Omelettes first."
Valentina turned the phone to them. "Special guests! Our adorable nephews. Say hi."
The twins waved wildly. "Hi!"
"Oh! I’m so adding that to tonight’s trailer!" Valentina squealed excitedly, but she quieted down when she heard her brother walking in with a phone pressed to his ear.
"...sure. See you later."
Viktor hung up as he appeared in the doorway, dressed like he was going out. He wore dark jeans, a black shirt, and boots. During this period, he was going to wear black like it was his uniform because it was easy to hide blood stains.
The twins ran to him.
"Are you leaving, Daddy?" Dante asked.
Viktor nodded, kissing their head. "Something urgent came up. But don’t worry, I’ll be back soon."
Elias frowned, watching. He knew this would happen. Viktor would leave without telling where he was headed, not that he cared about it anyway.
’I’m sure he’s going to meet that woman from yesterday and...’
Viktor walked over, kissed Elias’s cheek gently. Elias’s cheeks flushed red. He wasn’t expecting the kiss. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t know how to react.
Valentina cheered. "YES!!! I got that on video!"
Vera shook her head, already tired. "Don’t upload it, Vale."
Valentina shrugged. "Why not? It’s cute. It’s not like brother cares about his social media life."
They sat to eat.
Elias watched Viktor grab a toast, gulp orange juice, and head out, answering another phone call.
Valentina and Vera pulled out a laptop and started editing the video they just shot.
Elias sat beside them. "You do this yourselves? No editors?"
The sisters exchanged a quick look and laughed.
"We can do it ourselves," Valentina said. "Why hire someone strange?"
Vera nodded. "We’re Dragos. We don’t trust new people easily."
Elias chewed slowly. "I am new."
Valentina waved a hand. "Well, that doesn’t count. You’re family now."
She paused the editing. "Can I use this clip of Viktor kissing your cheek? It doesn’t show your full face... just a little side profile."
Elias waved a hand like he didn’t care.
"Sure."
He couldn’t say no anyway. And he was sure no one would recognise him. He was a nobody. What was really on his mind was whether Viktor would come back with another lipstick mark.
’I swear, if yesterday’s mess repeats itself, I’ll skin Viktor alive.’
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Time passed and when it was evening, Viktor sat in front of a chair as he exhaled deeply and placed a gun on the table in front of him. His hand was dripping with blood. Not his blood.
The blood of the people after his life.
He caught one of them alive and was currently tied to the pole in front of him. Nico walked closer to him with a huge toolbox as he snapped it open.
The man’s eyes widened as he screamed into the socks that were stuffed inside his mouth.
"What do you need boss?" Nico asked.
Viktor grabbed a pair of gloves first and slapped them on.
"Just a pincer and a fresh black shirt."
Nico froze. He understood the pincer, but why the black shirt? He wanted to ask but Viktor’s stiff expression told him no. He didn’t look like he was in the mood.
He slipped his hand into the toolbox and handed Viktor the pincer.
"I’ll go get the black shirt ready," he said as he left.
Viktor rolled up his sleeves and silently prayed that his jeans would not get stained while doing the questioning. He didn’t want to show up like a blood-stained monster in front of his kids and Elias.
"I guess I should really wear an apron."
He grabbed a long disposable apron from the toolbox and was relieved. He cleared his throat as he glared at the man who had been letting out muffled screams for the past three hours.
"Are you ready to talk?" Viktor asked him in a cold voice and the man refused to say anything.
"I see... I’ll have to force the answer out of you then," Viktor said and tested the pincer to see if it was in perfect condition, and it was.
He took one of the man’s hands from behind where they were tied.
"You have such beautiful hands for a man," he said and used the pincer to grab his middle fingernails. Without waiting a minute, Viktor pulled it so hard that his eardrums almost burst because of the scream, even though their mouths were stuffed.
"Are you going to speak now?" He asked for the umpteenth time but still no response. The man was already starting to sweat hard as his hands trembled in pain and fear.
"Still no words. I’ll take two then," Viktor said and pulled two more fingernails. Another scream echoed through the warehouse. There was no single emotion on his face. He had done more terrifying things than this.
As there was no reaction from the man, Viktor decided to wake him up with the mentholated spirit that was in the toolbox. What was it doing there...? Only he was aware of it.
He opened the cap and poured it over the fingers he peeled off. His scream was even louder as Viktor rushed and grabbed his neck tightly. Viktor grunted as he asked...
"Where is she? Where is the twins’ mother?"