His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 264 #Chapter 12 New Beginnings

Ella

The suffocating darkness of the burlap sack seemed to amplify every sound and sensation. The rough fabric chafed against my skin, and the acrid smell of stale sweat filled my nostrils. I could feel the car’s movements, every twist and turn of the winding roads, and the muted voices of the men accompanying me.

They were taking me far away from home. I could feel it. And if I knew anything about the Mafia… I knew that I wouldn’t be coming back.

Using every ounce of Ema’s strength and courage that was left, I tried to break free. My legs kicked wildly, and my muffled shouts resonated through the tight confines of the vehicle, but the men around me seemed unperturbed.

“Please!” I called out, struggling against the absurdly tight restraints around my wrists. “Please, just let me go! I’ll disappear! You’ll never hear from me again!”

No one responded to my pleas, no hands attempted to calm me or even restrain me further. It was as if they had done this countless times before, grown immune to the sounds of their victims’ distress.

After what felt like an eternity, I felt a change. The car’s rumbling transitioned from the smooth asphalt to the gravelly crunch of a driveway. I braced myself, hoping for an opportunity to escape or, at the very least, to see where they were taking me.

and strong arms yanked me out. The shock and disorientation of the sudden movement made my stomach lurch. I was hoisted over someone’s shoulder, the weight of my own

I screeched, wriggling beneath the man’s iron grip. “Let me go, you fucker!” The journey on foot was short but intense. Every step the man took jarred me, but ther feeling of plush carpeting beneath me as I was placed down gave me a brief moment of relief. My heart raced in anticipation of what

was yanked off, a rush of cool air met my face. Blinking against the sudden onslaught of light, I tried to orient myself, taking

wind of a remote area, I was met with the scent of polished wood and leather. I wasn’t in some dilapidated warehouse or a barren field. It was an opulent mansion, with intricate chandeliers and

Logan. A flood of emotions hit

of genuine concern. He crouched down beside me, and

my legs wobbly but determined. My instincts took over, and I revealed my fangs, poised to attack. But

“But I assure you, this was just a misunderstanding.” I was taken aback by the vulnerability in his stance, a stark contrast to the usual cold, calculated man I had come to

barked, turning his attention to the men who had abducted me. “I told you to approach her with kindness. Why

sir. We smiled and asked her to come with us. But she

smile is downright creepy!” I snapped, my anger flaring once again. “I thought

anger. The men, each enormous and hulking

asked, his voice quavering slightly. “You heard me,” Logan repeated. “Fight. You may only stop beating the living daylights out of

Logan’s lips with a cold finality, and his men hesitated for just a split second before they squared off against

a quick nod of mutual agreement, they lunged at

blows were dealt with surgical precision, each strike designed to incapacitate and harm.

elegant hall, once a testament to Logan’s apparent wealth and refined tastes, was now the scene of a brutal and senseless showdown. Crimson stains marred the ivory carpet, the once regal ambiance replaced by the metallic

the chaos unfold with a detached expression. There was no hint of remorse or

to get the upper hand, pinning his opponent to the ground and wrapping his

began turning an alarming shade of purple. I couldn’t