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.

wolf stirred, a low growl vibrating in the recesses of

she finds out

mentally retorted. “It’s not like she’ll ever let

willing to admit it or not. Get closer with her. Be honest. That alone would make her more open to the idea of the two

to how Ella had looked earlier in the

in the simplest of ways-her white-blonde was hair pulled up into a messy bun rather than a tight ponytail, her mascara slightly smudged from rubbing her eyes. She wore casual jeans and a T-shirt, so different from

moment, too, I envisioned us at that restaurant during my brother’s wedding shower. In my old playroom, we had almost gotten closer than ever before. The intimacy of that moment would be

painful truth of reality broke through my fantasizing. Ella was convicted about her life, and she would never go

as I might to extricate myself from the mafia, there was always the looming possibility that its claws were in

independence and moral rigidity that

her slip away?” my wolf

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

shook my head slightly and continued making my way back to

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

I saw it-the guy’s hand creeping up her leg. Ella looked uncomfortable, her face tightened into a strained grimace as she tried swatting his hand away, only

narrowed to a tunnel focused on that vile

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

around us recoiled in horror, and security guards flooded the scene. As I was being dragged away, I

times, said, “Logan, you’re known here. Come back another day, man. But for tonight, you’re done.

off and making my way

“Logan!” she called after me, her footsteps pounding on the pavement. “Are

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