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 body pressing down on his shoulder, making it even harder for me to breathe. Despite the fear and confusion, I continued my struggle, kicking my legs

short but intense. Every step the man took jarred me, but ther feeling of plush carpeting beneath me as I was placed down

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

of a remote area, I was met with the scent of polished wood and leather. I wasn’t in

his imposing stature, was Logan. A flood of emotions hit me, a mix of relief, anger, and

eyes betraying a hint of genuine concern. He crouched down

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

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

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

as you instructed, sir. We smiled and asked

my anger flaring once again. “I

men, each enormous and hulking mountains in their own rights, almost seemed to shrink beneath

only stop beating the living daylights out of each other when

command left Logan’s lips with a cold finality, and his men hesitated for just a split second before they squared off against each other. My heart raced, my eyes darting between. the two burly men, incredulous that

back the sounds of heavy breathing and the shuffling of feet. With a quick nod of mutual agreement, they lunged at each other, fists raised. The first punch

harm. One man’s nose burst open, splattering blood onto the plush carpet below, while the other sported a

now the scene of a brutal and senseless showdown. Crimson

appeared completely unfazed. He perched casually on the edge of his mahogany desk, watching the chaos unfold with a detached expression. There was no

One man managed to get the upper hand, pinning his opponent to the ground and wrapping his thick fingers around his throat. Gasps for air filled the space, accompanied by

an