His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 265 #Chapter 13 Sleeping With The Flanco

Ella

As we exited the mansion, the gravel crunched underfoot, the sound reverberating in the otherwise silent evening. Logan led the way, his long strides confident and unhurried.

We approached a sleek black car with tinted windows. Its polished surface mirrored the moon’s glow, casting eerie reflections of our figures.

“Get in,” he instructed, not a command so much as a casual suggestion. But his clear blue eyes told a different story. They were always watching, assessing. I hesitated, eyeing the vehicle and then him.

“Where are we going?” My voice carried a hint of defiance, a touch of the suspicion I felt. Logan had an unpredictable streak that made him intriguing, but also undeniably dangerous.

“To eat,” he replied nonchalantly, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I know a good place.” The guarded expression didn’t leave my eyes. “And why should I trust you? If you try any tricks, Logan, I swear, I’ll kill you.”

neck. “Like I said before, you’re welcome to rip me apart, Ella. I’d consider it an

aback by his audacity. “You’re full of shit.” Logan chuckled, a rich

the passenger door and sliding in. As he took the driver’s seat, the scent

I realized we weren’t as isolated as I’d thought. The towering buildings of

perspective, a shimmering

by the water. The neon sign buzzed softly, casting its warm light over the exterior, and through the windows, I

hint of pride in his voice.

that someone like Logan would go to eat. It seemed like nothing more than a simple waterside burger joint. But then again, I supposed that this mobster had more to him

it,” I murmured to myself as I stepped out of the luxurious car. “Why am I always dining with

someone who claims to be such an independent spirit,

to myself. That was meant for Ema. “Sorry,” I said, clenching my jaw tightly. “That wasn’t meant to be said

echoing across the still night air. It was

brushed past us as we approached the

almost kissing the harbor’s embrace. Picnic tables, filled to the brim with happy families and flirting couples,

way through the crowd, held up two fingers and said something to the cashier that I couldn’t quite make out. A few moments later, I was being ushered over to the end of the counter. It wasn’t long before two burgers, wrapped in paper, and a paper bag filled with greasy french

head toward a back entrance. I followed him hesitantly, but upon bursting back out into the cool night, I found

view. We were mere feet away from the ocean, its dark, velvety waters shimmering under the moonlight. Every so often, the gentle lap of waves against the shore would create ripples,

a beautiful juxtaposition of nature and urbanity. Skyscrapers, their glass facades illuminated in a myriad of colors, pierced the night sky, standing tall and proud. They

said, glancing at the glistening water. “There’s always that ominous line about ‘sleeping with the fishes’. I’m not too keen on becoming part

at least you’ll have a delicious