#Chapter 46: A Dangerous Game
Karl

“What do you want?”

Adam’s voice is apprehensive, and for good reason. It’s not everyday that I set food inside his

restaurant, and it’s certainly not everyday that I show up telling him that I have a proposition for him.

But I’ve been plotting this for a long time.

Abby clearly doesn’t realize that Adam doesn’t care about her as much as he should. Or maybe she

does, but she doesn’t seem ready to leave him for some strange reason. She deserves better—she

deserves me. And maybe she just needs a little push to get the gears in motion. I swear, once she’s

free from Adam, she’ll realize just how much of a mess their ‘relationship’ is. And I know exactly what

it’ll take to convince him to leave.

The ingredients.

I’ve been holding onto them for a while now, waiting for the perfect time. And after what happened the

other night, when Adam stood his own fiancee up for a dinner date, I think it’s finally time.

“Let’s talk in private,” I say, smirking slightly. “You free later?”

Adam looks around with a puzzled look on his face. “Why? Why can’t we talk here, now?”

I shake my head. “Trust me, Adam; I’m not planning on doing anything shady if that’s what you’re

worried about. I just have something I want to show you.”

“Look, man, whatever it is, I’m not interested,” he says. “I’ve got a restaurant to run.” I watch as he

tosses a dishcloth over his shoulder and heads for the kitchen. Sliding down from my barstool, I follow

him. When my hand makes contact with the swinging kitchen door, stopping it from closing in my face,

he whirls around and gives me another puzzled look.

“But this is about your restaurant,” I say, stepping into the bustling kitchen. “I swear. You won’t want to

pass this up.”

With a sigh, Adam looks around warily and finally shrugs. “Alright. Meet me outside later, I guess. I’ve

got a lunch rush to deal with. ‘Kay?”

“‘Kay.”

I’m waiting outside the restaurant. There’s an unlit

I’ll say to Abby once she and Adam

to do

that he won’t pass up what I’m about to give

as I imagine Abby leaning on

her plenty of time, of course, but eventually she’ll realize that I

history from there.

the

breeze rustles his hair as he tosses a bag

nearby bin.

out, stepping into the

him stiffly wipe

before he turns to

his arms across his chest. “What did you have to

better I show rather than tell,” I say, a slight smile

carton and drop it into the

me as I lead him to my sleek, black car parked down the

surrounds us, punctuated by the distant h onking

night wanderers.

car, I click the button on my key fob, and the trunk slowly pops open, revealing

contents inside.

crème de la

into the night air, freshly picked white truffles, caviar, and even a jar

and that’s only what’s sitting

as he

over the precious items.

his voice filled with awe. “Some of

back hundreds, even thousands!”

smile. “Connections. People

says with a chuckle.

nod. With a grin, Adam picks up a glass jar filled with rare mushrooms. That jar alone

asks, turning it in the orange glow

of the car. “Those

places the jar back in the box.

more. There’s an apprehensive look

this?”

giving him my practiced answer. “These ingredients could be

eyes snap to

for what comes next. “I want you to break

got

would I?”

my words carefully, I continue, “I’ve been observing, Adam. The way you interact with

staff, especially your sous chef. It’s clear to me you might not be as invested in Abby as she

You might not even swing her way, if you catch

weight of my words sinking

headlights. “What are you

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