#Chapter 70: Unrecognizable

Ollie’s POV One afternoon, I’m sitting in my room, catching up on my reading when I receive a message to my main phone. It’s from Wes, and it says, Come to my room ASAP. I have something for you. It’s not uncommon for me to receive orders from the brothers via text message, but it is strange for me to acquire any gifts from them. I would have to follow his orders anyway, but the added curiosity makes it easier this time. So after texting, On my way, I tuck my phone in my pocket, careful to leave the burner phone behind, and go to the stairs. I go up to Wes’s floor, where some of his paintings hang on the walls, and the air smells vague of oils and sawdust. He has an entire woodshop at the end of the hallway. Mostly the air is filtered to the outside, but the wood scent still permeates the air. I glance around the various rooms on Wes’s floor before finding him in his main sitting room. There’s a couch there and a few chairs. I know he likes to entertain friends here, and re