His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 299

Chapter 299 Target Practice

Ella

The laughter from Logan was unexpected-a short burst, barely audible over the ambient hum of the bar’s patrons. “You’re very funny, Ella,” he said, shaking his head. I sat up straighter, leveling Logan with an icy stare. “I’m dead serious, Logan.”

His blue eyes bore into mine, trying to gauge if I was joking. “You? A gun?” “Yes,” I replied, unwavering. “Growing up, my father made sure I took shooting lessons. For self-defense. Your bodyguard has an extra pistol, doesn’t he?”

Logan’s expression shifted from amusement to contemplation. “You truly think you can handle it?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I couldn’t.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. “Alright. But you’ll have to prove yourself first.”

“Prove myself how?” I laughed, looking around. “Don’t tell me your next big reveal of the night is for me to shoot the pimp that’s been standing in the corner and giving you dirty glares since you beat up one of his customers.”

Logan’s face turned a slight shade of red, but only momentarily.

“No,” he said. “Come on. I’ll show you.”

As the music and laughter reverberated through the bar, Logan took my hand and guided me away from the throng of people, making sure we went unnoticed.

way to the elevator, he made a quick detour to the bar, grabbing empty beer bottles that had been discarded by the party-goers. Their green glass glinted with remnants

to recycle those or something?”

He smirked. “You’ll see.”

round button that said “B”. As we took it down, the air was silent, save for the rhythmic dings of the elevator as we gradually descended each

huh?” Logan asked, glancing over at me. “Color

important for my safety. My father wouldn’t

didn’t think he’d be the type. He must be an

“You have no

Logan, with a side glance, added, “Clearly, the

forming. “What do you mean?” I asked. He hesitated, then finally

I tried to keep my face

embarrassed. “I’m sorry, but when I first met you, I had some preconceived notions. Thought you’d

slightly, taken aback by

warm. “Now, I’m glad to admit I was wrong. I’m pleased to get to know the real

to

shouldn’t believe everything you

elevator continued its descent, the seconds ticking away, making the atmosphere grow thicker. “I look forward to

our arrangement, but thinking about it still made me uncomfortable. The thought

echoing my sentiments. “We’ll see,” I replied noncommittally, leaving unsaid the words that

to the basement. As the doors slid open, revealing

of old cement and moist dirt surrounded us, offering a stark contrast to the contemporary atmosphere

somewhere high up, an old rusty sign hung, swaying ever so slightly, bearing

swift move, he aimed and fired. Two bottles shattered instantly, their fragments scattering across the table. He grinned triumphantly, expecting applause

sarcastically, “but now it’s my turn.” He handed over the gun, an amused expression on his face, no

sessions, all the instructions, all the relentless drills I had undergone. Holding the

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