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 in

finds out the truth about

I mentally retorted. “It’s not like she’ll ever let herself get too

believe that 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 the idea of the two of

thought back to how Ella had looked earlier in

smudged from rubbing her eyes. She wore casual jeans and a T-shirt, so

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 forever etched in

through my fantasizing. Ella was convicted about her life, and

risk involved. Try as I might to extricate myself from the mafia, there was always the looming

was precisely her fierce independence and moral rigidity that I loved, even if

to let her

a little tighter. “And maybe it would be the best. For her, at

my decision. I shook my head slightly and continued making my way

saw him. Some stranger was sitting next to Ella-in my seat-casually talking

her leg. Ella looked uncomfortable, her face tightened into a strained grimace as she tried swatting his hand away, only for him to smirk and grip

to a tunnel focused on that vile

my muscles tensed, and I lunged at him, grabbing his shirt and punching him square

ensued was 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 behind a curtain of her beautiful white-blonde hair that had come loose

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

snapped, shaking him off and

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

lied, although my body was still tense and itching to give that guy another beating. “Just had to do what