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.”

unexpected. With an amused smile playing on his lips, he tilted his head, fully exposing the vulnerable column of his neck. “Like I said before, you’re welcome

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

seat, the scent of leather and a hint of his

purred to life and we began to move, weaving through the less-frequented roads. I realized we weren’t as isolated as I’d thought. The towering buildings of the city loomed in the distance, illuminated by a

beautiful, watching the city skyline from this perspective,

pulling into a parking space outside a quaint burger joint by the water. The neon

of pride in his voice. “Told you I knew

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

myself as I stepped out of the luxurious car. “Why am I always dining with this

beside me, flashing a boyish grin. “For someone who claims to be such an independent spirit, you

thought to myself. That was meant for Ema. “Sorry,” I said, clenching my

laughed, the sound echoing across the still night air. It was

we approached the

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

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

in the din as he nodded his head toward a back entrance. I followed him hesitantly, but

breathtaking 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, making the

Skyscrapers, their glass facades illuminated in a myriad of colors, pierced

too many gangster movies, you know?” I said, glancing at the glistening water. “There’s always that ominous line about ‘sleeping with the fishes’.

amusement dancing in his eyes. “Before any watery farewells, I promise, at least you’ll have a delicious final meal.” He