[BL] The Omega Boss Mafia is Secretly a Pervert?!-Chapter 107: Infiltration

Mikhail’s men reached the edge of the mansion’s outer grounds without making a single sound.

The main structure rose ahead of them, elegant but they knew danger was inside. Everyone here knew the kind of secrets a polished building like this could hide.

"Me, Johan, and Albert will get inside the mansion." Their leader Noah said with a serious tone, "The rest will guard the perimeter and make a way for us to escape if something bad happens."

"Keep alert. This is the Leopard’s den and all of us know how meticulous that man can be."

All the men nodded in agreement. They then go already disappearing into the forest toward his own route, leaving the external perimeter to four men.

Noah and his men approached the mansion’s side entrance, stepping lightly across the trimmed grass.

Their rifles stayed lowered, not out of comfort but to avoid creating unnecessary silhouettes in the floodlights.

But to their surprise, there wasn’t any guard, or maids sweeping the terrace. Not even a gardener.

Something felt off, but they didn’t comment and kept moving with uneasiness gnawing at them.

The door clicked open without resistance. The three exchanged quick glances, then slipped inside like smoke.

The interior smelled faintly of lemon polish and old documents. A chandelier glowed dimly above them, casting soft circles of light across the marble floor.

They swept corners, checked blind spots, and advanced through the hall with measured steps.

The first sign of life came from a maid humming near the service hallway. She carried a tray and seemed too preoccupied with her chores to notice the armed men behind her until Noah wrapped an arm around her waist and covered her mouth.

She thrashed, but only for a second. A knife pressed to her side ended the struggle.

"Quiet," Noah whispered.

Her frantic eyes darted between their faces. He lowered his voice even more.

"Where is the prisoner? Giant or Victor, you know those names? Where are they keeping him?"

The woman swallowed loudly. Her fear felt real, yet something in her posture was too steady and firm as if trained.

Still, she trembled and whispered, "Underground... in the second sublevel. Down the last corridor."

"Show us," he ordered.

They guided her forward. She walked stiffly, steps small, breath shaky. But her eyes flicked from corner to corner like she was counting something.

The men noticed. This all feels like a trap. But they didn’t have a choice but to keep going as they kept their weapons ready.

The elevator was locked with a keycard. The maid offered her tag with a trembling hand. The doors opened smoothly.

They moved inside with her and descended. As the elevator doors slid apart, the cold air of the underground hit them immediately.

With rows of cells that have now turned into a wine cellar. It was dim with the faint metallic scent of blood.

And Victor.

He sat chained at the far corner, too big for the tiny cell. His head lifted when he heard the footsteps, and his eyes widened at the sight of familiar faces.

Noah unlocked the door quickly. Victor stumbled out, weak but alive.

"No time for greetings," Johan muttered as he lifted Victor’s arm over his shoulder.

They headed back toward the elevator when the maid suddenly smirked.

A soft, mocking exhale.

"Too slow," she said. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Her disguise melted away in an instant. Her posture straightened.

Her voice sharpened. "You should know a trap when you see one, dumbasses."

Her hand reached behind her skirt and pulled out a hidden blade. At the same time, the lights shifted to emergency red.

Lockdown.

Noah swore. "Move!"

The men dragged Victor forward just as the elevator doors opened again, but instead of an empty car, two "maids" stepped out, their trays now hiding compact pistols.

BANG! BANG!

Bullets rang out as the maids shot them, destroying the barrels of wine, making the cells smell even more unbearable.

They returned the fire as they hid behind those barrels and successfully dropped two maids instantly, but the maid they kidnapped rushed forward with surprising strength.

She slammed Noah against the wall, knife raised, fury twisting her face. Albert grabbed her from behind and snapped her neck.

They had seconds.

They carried Victor toward the stairs now, abandoning the elevator. But they could already hear footsteps crowded there. Men of Lunox were already waiting for them.

The quiet mission was gone.

Now it was a blood-soaked sprint to freedom.

***

Lucien wandered toward the woods without knowing exactly where he intended to go. He only knew he needed distance.

A moment where no hands reached for him and no voices tangled with his thoughts. He kept walking until the faint rush of water reached his ears, steady and familiar.

The waterfall.

He followed the sound, weaving along the riverbank as the current shifted from gentle ripples to a harsher push. It pulled him back to a softer time, one where he and the Twinster played hide and seek here.

Now Lucien stood on top of it, looking down at the white foam crashing into the pool below.

Life felt like this river. Sometimes it dragged him forward until he was forced over the edge. Sometimes he crashed so hard he thought he would never rise again.

Yet the water always calmed. It always moved on and returned to the ocean, the place where all streams eventually met.

Fate seemed to work the same way for him and the people he loved. No matter how broken the path, it would bring them back together.

"Maybe I am too harsh to myself and Edmund," he whispered to the wind.

The memory of Edmund’s face surfaced again. That desperate expression, full of regret and fear, twisted something inside Lucien’s chest.

"But it feels like my existence hurts all of them," he confessed to the water below.

Who was he supposed to blame? Himself? Fate? Circumstances that none of them could control?

If Edmund had truly cut him off for a good reason—even if it shattered them both—then all the fury he held for years might have been built on misunderstanding.

If even one of them had reached out properly, maybe their love would have survived. Maybe they would have been together now.

The Twinster was the same. If he had been stronger, maybe he could have saved them. If he had held on harder, maybe they would not have lost everything.

Maybe none of them would be drowning in the aftermath of loving him.

"If I had never met them in the first place, would their lives be better without me?" he asked quietly.

The question hung heavily in the air, so sharp it felt like it cut him from the inside. He wondered if he was nothing more than a chain around the necks of the people he loved.

Each memory seemed to end with someone disappointed. Someone hurt.

He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. He needed to return to Edmund and listen. All of it. The truth, the real reason, the things they never spoke about. Only then could he understand what had truly happened between them.

Lucien turned around, ready to take the first step back.

But he froze.

A man stood only a few meters away. Eyes fixed on him. His presence cut the quiet air apart.

Lucien’s breath hitched.

"Crimson Diablo," he whispered.

He never expected their reunion to come this fast.