Page 9 of Alpha Bait

Champagne in the Hamptons

RICH

"Take a look at this bullshit."

Ames slammed the invitation down on my desk.

"What's this?"

"A bloody invitation."

He glanced at it as if it were bloodied toilet paper.

"Invitation to what?"

I opened the weighty envelope to grasp the cardstock that had been shoved inside.

"The Holloway Hamptons Hangout?"

I smirked.

"This must be some sort of mistake," Ames replied.

"Or they're taunting us. Who cares. Trash it. We don't have to go."

"I think we do have to," Ames muttered.

"Why?"

"That old woman is off her rocker and she's got eyes on everybody -- all of us."

"So what? Now it's a mortal sin not to attend a party in the Hamptons?"

Ames shrugged, "Well, it is the Hamptons. Perhaps attending would be worth it."

"Get Selena in here," I brushed him off. "We'll see if she wants to go."

"I'm sure she doesn't," Ames grumbled, but he left my room for a few moments to grab our cousin.

Selena returned, dressed in her tennis whites with a scowl on her face.

"We have to go," she muttered.

"What?!"

I'd expected Selena of all people to avoid the Holloways.

She smirked.

"Would you change your mind if I told you Natalia would be there?"

"Natalia?" I raised an eyebrow.

Ames rolled his eyes, "Not this bullshit again. Natalia's toxic, she's fuckin' crazy."

Selena smirked, "That's what Rich likes... crazy."

"Selena's right," I replied, "we should go."

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