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.

way back through the crowd, my wolf stirred, a low growl vibrating in the

out the truth about what you really do here,” he

she’ll

for a second, Logan,” he hissed. “She’s smitten with you, whether she’s willing to admit it or not. Get closer with her. Be honest. That alone would make her more open to

as I thought back to how Ella

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

wedding shower. In my old playroom, we had almost gotten closer than ever before. The intimacy of that

through my fantasizing. Ella was convicted about her life, and she would never go for a guy

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

and moral rigidity that I

let her

maybe it would be the best. For her, at least. To keep her away from this… life of

by my decision. I shook my head slightly and continued making my way back to

stranger was sitting next to Ella-in my seat-casually talking

her face tightened into a strained grimace as she

vision blurred, narrowed to a tunnel focused

grabbing his shirt and punching him square in the face. There was a

a whirlwind of chaos, Ella screamed, people around us recoiled in horror, and security guards flooded the scene. As I was being dragged away, I heard Ella’s footsteps following, her face hidden

me here many times, said, “Logan, you’re known here. Come back another

him off and making my way through

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

of 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 was