His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 355 Broken Noses & Broken Hearts

Logan

It was supposed to be simple-a night out at the racetrack, full of life, energy, and maybe, just maybe, the softening of Ella’s guarded heart toward me.

The air was warm, filled with the scent of gasoline and grilled meats, as I wandered through the maze of food vendors. I was in a good mood, an incredibly rare feeling for me. Ella seemed to be enjoying herself, and that made me think tonight might just be different.

I took my time selecting our food, eyeing stalls that sold fries drenched in cheese, corn dogs with a crisp exterior, and for a touch of sweetness, funnel cakes powdered with sugar.

“Logan! Is that you, buddy?” a voice broke through my thoughts. I turned to see Mike, the vendor I had known here for years. He ran one of the more popular food stalls, known for its top-tier corn dogs and fries.

“Hey, Mike,” I greeted, a half-smile forming on my lips.

“Wow, you’re in the viewing area tonight? Skipping the usual gig, huh?” he winked, carefully avoiding specifics, a man accustomed to the nature of delicate topics.

“Yeah, just felt like doing something different,” I replied. “And I’ve got company.”

“Ah, the lovely lady I saw with you. She’s cute. Got a new girlfriend or something?” Mike asked, tossing a corn dog into the fryer.

“No… Just a friend,” I said, the words coming out more defensively than I intended. “And Mike, don’t mention anything about my usual activities here, okay? I don’t want her to know.”

Mike winked again, a knowing look in his eyes. “Your secret’s safe with me. In fact, how about a little discount for the mystery man?”

“Appreciate it, man,” I said, gratefully accepting the tray loaded with greasy food that was sure to make Ella’s mouth water.

the crowd, my wolf stirred, a low growl vibrating

know, she’s going to be upset when she finds out the truth about what you really do here,” he

retorted. “It’s not like she’ll

it or not. Get closer with her. Be honest.

back to how Ella

a tight ponytail, her mascara slightly smudged from rubbing her eyes. She wore casual jeans and a T-shirt, so different from

shower. In my old playroom, we had almost gotten closer than

fantasizing. Ella was convicted about her life,

of a risk involved. Try as I might to extricate myself from the mafia, there was always the looming possibility that its claws were in too deep to let me go. Ella knew that, and she

independence and moral rigidity that I loved, even

you’re just going to let her

replied, gripping the tray a little tighter. “And maybe it would be the best. For her, at least. To keep her away from

silent, clearly bothered by my decision. I shook my

I returned, balancing the tray carefully in my hands, I saw him. Some stranger was sitting next to Ella-in my seat-casually talking to her as if he

into a strained grimace as she tried swatting his hand away, only for him

to a tunnel focused

muscles tensed, and I lunged at him, grabbing his shirt and punching him square in the face. There was a sickening crunch, and blood splattered. I had broken

the scene. As I was being dragged away, I heard Ella’s footsteps following, her face hidden behind a curtain

of the security guards who had seen me here many times, said, “Logan, you’re known here. Come back another day, man. But for tonight, you’re

snapped, shaking him off and making my

caught up to me. “Logan!” she called after me, her footsteps

blood off my knuckles before she could see. “I’m fine,” I lied, although my body was still tense and itching to give that guy another beating. “Just had to do what