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.”

he tilted his head, fully exposing the vulnerable column of his neck. “Like I said before, you’re welcome to rip me apart, Ella. I’d consider it an honor to be murdered by

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

sliding in. As he took the driver’s seat, the scent of leather and a hint of his cologne filled

engine 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 myriad of lights, a stunning backdrop to

from this perspective, a shimmering mirage against the dark tapestry of the

water. The neon sign buzzed softly, casting its warm light over the exterior, and through the windows, I could see the lively hustle

Logan declared, a hint of pride in his voice. “Told you I

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 than meets the

to myself as I stepped out of the

be such an

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

the still night air. It was strangely infectious, and despite the absurdity of our situation, I found myself

cool breeze brushed past us as we approached the burger joint,

the waterfront, almost kissing the harbor’s embrace. Picnic tables, filled to the

quite make out. A few moments later, I was being ushered over

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

its 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 water

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

glistening water. “There’s always that ominous line about ‘sleeping with the fishes’.

I promise, at least you’ll have a delicious final meal.” He winked. I stifled