His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 292 Dahlia

Ella

The restaurant loomed ahead, a tall edifice much like the first place Logan and I first officially ‘met-after our initial alleyway meeting, back when he thought I was a ‘peasant’.

The building’s height mirrored its reputation. It stood out distinctly against the city skyline, with its harsh gray reliefs and facades. It was a cold metal obelisk, much unlike the beautifully ornate buildings I had grown up surrounded by while growing up, but it had its own brutalist charm as well.

Behind the glass facade, I could see a sea of figures moving around. The street was lined with expensive sports cars, and men and women dressed in even more expensive dresses, tuxedos, watches, and jewelry were stepping out of them..

My heart raced as Logan and I stepped out of the car and joined them. The thumping of my heels against the pavement reminded me of the beats of a war drum, resonating with my rising anxiety.

Growing up, I had become used to events like. this. The red carpet was no stranger to me, nor was the flash of cameras. Years of practice and training had given me the uncanny ability to stop whatever I was doing, pose perfectly, smile for the camera, and then continue on my way with no second thought.

But this was different. Colder. There were no cameras, no red carpet. There was no doubt in my mind, either, that each and every one of these people was armed in some way, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if blood was shed tonight-either behind the scenes or out in the open, for everyone to spectate..

and for the first time in my life, I felt like a lone meerkat just

face down, pulling my silky shawl tighter around my shoulders. The last thing I wanted was to be recognized. I could already imagine the outrage if my parents found out that I was walking into a mafia event on the arm of the son of one of the biggest mafia

entrance. “No one here will spill the beans

up at him, my eyebrows raised.

rule number one when we went shopping? Well,

was walking beside Logan, as though he served as some

“everyone here is part of the mafia or some other criminal organization. They don’t give a shit if some billionaire’s daughter is here, and that’s if they even notice

taken,” I said, feeling somewhat relieved. I couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the simplicity of it. But

deep, rumbling laugh that I was starting to get used to. “Alright,

a moment’s thought, I

tried, and failed, to suppress a grin. “Dahlia, huh?

“Don’t patronize me. This is

mischief. “Sure thing, Miss

soft hum of an elevator waiting for us. As it took us up, I felt the subtle shift beneath my feet.

face me with his hands in his pockets, “a few more rules. Don’t ask any questions. Don’t get involved in other

my head to the side. “It’s a party, Logan. I can’t

no you didn’t. If it doesn’t involve you, then it doesn’t exist. And as far as you’re concerned, absolutely nothing- aside from

couldn’t help but scoff a little. The elevator floors ticked by rather quickly, but the building was so tall that we

Logan asked. I shrugged. “Staying out of trouble,” I replied. “It’s like you

asked, smirking

I said, unable to deny the hint of mischief in my own voice. There was silence, but my mind was anything. but silent. Logan’s words struck me to my core. The thought of hearing or seeing unsavory things, and being completely unable to do anything about it, made my stomach churn a