Page 17 of Deadly Misfortunes

He’d expose their secrets and have some fun with the redhead in the meantime. Yep, that was the plan. He welcomed the diversion too. The problem he had with the “hit man” was getting a trifle passé, though his attack on Sascha angered him beyond reason. He’d taken the business too far this time.

“Everyone’s talking about you and Sascha.” Rose looked up at the stars glittering across the night sky.

“Yes, well, that’s what parties are all about…spreading gossip.”

“Stephanie spoke to me.”

“Oh?”

“She says the gypsy fortune teller’s pulling you along by the tongue.”

Gregory cleared his throat. “I just hired her for tonight’s entertainment, but she could have been killed. Whoever is after me could have killed Raymond also. I owe her.”

“Ah.”

The way Rose said it made him think she was alluding to something more going on between them. “You have been obsessed with Katrina, now Sascha, ever since they entered our world. I know you hired a private investigator to learn what you could about them.”

He shook his head. “That was supposed to be private.”

“I’m your sister, and I want what’s best for you. So I’m not going to ignore what’s going on around us. And between you and Sascha. Mom and Dad might not like that you’re dating someone who doesn’t come from wealth and who has such an ‘interesting’ job, but all I care about is that you are happy.”

“Thanks, Rose.”

They returned to the house when they heard someone pull up in the circular driveway. “Hopefully, that’s just Prescott,” Gregory said, not wanting any other trouble tonight.

One of the staff members answered the door, and Prescott said, “I’m here to take Sascha home.”

Gregory and Rose met him at the door. “She’s sleeping on the sofa.”

They walked into the living area, and Prescott touched her shoulder and said, “Sascha?” He woke her. “Hey, Sascha, do you want to come with me? Or stay here and sleep.”

She turned over on her back. “I’ll go.”

Prescott took her hand and helped her up. “Thanks for taking care of her.”

Gregory felt guilty that she had come to harm because of his own troubles.

“Hey,” Prescott said. “I know what you’re going through.” Then he frowned. “Did Sascha see anything about this happening beforehand?”

Gregory frowned. Prescott believed in all this?

Sascha said, “Gregory doesn’t believe in any of that nonsense. But I didn’t see anything about it anyway, or about anything that might happen to Gregory in the future, or what has happened to him in the past.”

Prescott smiled at Sascha. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.” Then he said goodnight to Gregory and Rose and took Sascha out to his Mercedes-Benz.

“Thanks for coming for me,” Sascha said.

“Katrina insists you stay with us tonight.”

“Sounds good. I’ll make my special fun pancakes for you and Katrina in the morning.”

Gregory wished she were making some of her special fun pancakes for him in the morning as he waved goodbye, reluctant to see her go.

“Lucy wants to meet with you tomorrow at the house,” Prescott warned Sascha.

“Oh, great. I haven’t spoken with her since our Aunt Meg told her she has to marry Damon.”

“I believe Lucy heard Damon came to our party last night to see you.”