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.”

playing on his lips, 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

shit.” Logan chuckled, a rich sound that held genuine mirth. “Perhaps. But aren’t

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

weaving through the less-frequented roads. I realized we weren’t as isolated as I’d thought. The towering buildings of the city

this perspective, a shimmering mirage against the dark tapestry

expected. Before I knew it, Logan was pulling into a parking space outside a quaint burger joint by the water. The neon sign buzzed softly, casting its warm light over the exterior, and through the

a hint of pride in his voice. “Told

seem like the sort of place 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 than meets the

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

be such an independent spirit, you sure do seem to have

That was meant for Ema. “Sorry,” I

air. It was strangely infectious, and despite the

breeze brushed past us as we approached the burger joint, its neon

unassuming gem, strategically perched on the edge of the waterfront, almost kissing the harbor’s embrace. Picnic tables, filled to the brim

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

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

from the ocean, its dark, velvety waters shimmering under the moonlight. Every so often, the gentle lap of waves against the shore would create

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

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

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