CHAPTER 18

Other than that, THE OZEN was the string puller, not him. The only person who could summon a conclusion to something was THE OZEN.

"You didn't even last a week. What a coward."

"You might want to discontinue the strategy of provoking. THE OZEN is no fool and can see straight through it, and it doesn't work."

"No provocation in sight. THE OZEN is just saying you ran with your tail between your legs. Can't you own up to the fact that you love what THE OZEN does to you, baby?"

"I'm not your fucking baby."

"But you love what THE OZEN does to you?"

"He was drugged. It means nothing, and he's not gay."

"Um. Is that what you told yourself when you refused to stop going against THE OZEN'S cock and in THE OZEN'S mouth? Bet you say those words in your head like a mantra when you jack off thinking about it. Do you also play with those small tight nipples like THE OZEN played with them?"

He blocked THE OZEN.

THE OZEN kept laughing while staring at his phone.

Because THE OZEN knew, he just knew that he was getting under Carson WENTZ's skin.

Affecting Carson WENTZ's regular mode of operation.

Spinning him around inside out.

Carson WENTZ was not the type to back down from a challenge. That is why he doubled up on the drugs and even stalked.

It's why he appeared murderous when THE OZEN mocked his appearance or his brains. He was proud of both and everything about himself—which is why THE OZEN kept going for them.

He may play the social game to a tee, may have people eating out of the palm of his hand and even calling him well-mannered and a gentleman, but he irrevocably believed himself to be above everybody else.

His best asset was that he could conceal his true self. Ordinary individuals can't glimpse the person he truly is—the depravity, lack of sympathy, and narcissistic element. Honestly, he would receive an Oscar for acting as he has done for years.

Probably his whole adult life.

JAX Carson was a profiler's dream. He never made a mistake and had a reasonably normal, albeit privileged, life.

He is not officially diagnosed but exhibited every sign of antisocial personality disorder and possibly narcissistic traits. 

His moral center didn't exist, which is why he was willing to rape SOFIA LUCAS and THE OZEN, and if THE OZEN hadn't switched it up on him, he would've gotten off on that type of fucked-up power too.

What did exist, however, was his scrupulous, careful control of his public persona—he worked diligently to deviate from the public persona of his brother.

The younger Carson WENTZ was an out-and-proud diagnosed psychopath. The older Carson WENTZ was a closeted one, if only figuratively.

And though THE OZEN wasn't sure why the golden-boy image was so important to him, THE OZEN would find out. And THE OZEN would destroy that purpose.

THE OZEN would grind him into fucking bits until he was a limp little toy.

And toys don't get to say they have an opinion about what they're done with.

So they can't just up and say they'll stop working.

THE OZEN dialed the number he needed and put the phone to his ear as he looked out his window at the oak tree where Carson WENTZ tended to congregate.

"Professor," SOFIA LUCAS's slightly hoarse voice had echoed from the other side.

"He's not your professor if you don't attend class."

SOFIA LUCAS had laughed. "He takes it for granted. What does he believe is responsible for the call?"

"You owe him your life after that night, but he gets diverted."

"He repays his saviors decently enough, but you kind of left him dangling by not informing him who the motherfucker was that roofied his drink. Is this some sort of appeal to make amends for that?"

"He said straight out that's not going to happen." THE OZEN would have liked earlier to see SOFIA LUCAS mutilate Carson WENTZ into tiny pieces.

And SOFIA LUCAS would've. Killed Carson WENTZ, he did. No wars though numerous that would provoke. Hell, he'd kill him just to initiate those wars.

But before THE OZEN laid hands on the little beast and caught a glimpse of him THE OZEN wanted to play with some more.

No part for SOFIA LUCAS in THE OZEN'S play. At least, this particular play involving Carson WENTZ.

SOFIA LUCAS had faith in THE OZEN and opened the doors to THE OZEN in the mansion, not due to THE OZEN being his professor, but due to some cordial relations THE OZEN had with his dad in the States.

His dad had ordered THE OZEN to take care of him, but THE OZEN was not his guardian, and SOFIA LUCAS was a lost soul who was sure to get himself murdered.

It's when, not if.

"Just verifying." SOFIA LUCAS whistled as there was some rustling at his side. "If that is all, he has an event to get dressed for."

"Event?" THE OZEN pretended dumbness.

"He's paying their neighbors a little visit." THE OZEN heard the mad grin in his tone. "In disguise, of course."

"Is this by any chance the WILLIAMS' initiation?"

"Oh, yeah. He's curious about what the big deal is and wanting to check on something about that night."

THE OZEN stood up straight. "He told you it's not one of them."

"He's aware of that, but somebody was in his bedroom after you'd left, and he's got something in his head that's leading him to believe it's one of their WILLIAMS acquaintances. He's getting all upset about it."

If whoever that guy was arrived after THE OZEN left, then it's not Carson WENTZ. Under that circumstances, SOFIA LUCAS could do whatever the fuck he wanted.

"Did you get an invitation?" THE OZEN asked.

"How do you know?"

"A guess." THE OZEN chuckled to himself. Carson WENTZ still didn't quite let go all.

He seemed to be stuck under this belief that THE OZEN wanted to fuck SOFIA LUCAS—gross, to say the least—and he's had a normal tendency to want to harm THE OZEN by that.

Inviting SOFIA LUCAS to the initiation, to his domain, was a great indication that he still has not given up. His destructive mind would not let him.

Though THE OZEN should be around to witness it. Otherwise, the plan will not work.

So why did not he send THE OZEN an invitation then?

Hmm.

"SOFIA LUCAS."

"Hmm?"

"Forward him the invitation message."

"Why?"

"Scientific interest."

SOFIA LUCAS laughed. "He does not know what the fuck you even gain from all of this, but he likes your way of doing things."

"Everyone does."

SOFIA LUCAS laughed again. "Will send shortly. Laters."

THE OZEN sent the message with the admission QR code to Jethro as soon as he had it.

THE OZEN

Needs access.

Jethro

The fuck? Some children's hunt?

THE OZEN

A hunt is a hunt. Can you arrange it?

Jethro

Do you need a replica access code?

THE OZEN

No. He's not standing in line with students who will recognize him. Arrange background access. Staff or guard. They'll be wearing masks, right? It ought to be easier to penetrate.

Jethro

TENZ JER'SEY security is NOT easy to penetrate. Their parents place a rock-fucking-solid security system in place.

THE OZ

Surely not that rock fucking solid for you.

Jethro

He'll be billing you for the extra hassle.

THE OZEN

Bill away. Prepare to deal with the cameras and cover his tracks in the process.

Jethro

Did he inform you he fucking detests you at times?

THE OZEN

He'll take that as a deal.

Jethro

ETHAN MIKASON.

THE OZEN

Don't start nagging.

Jethro

He's reminding you that you can't keep hiding from your brother. He's doubling down on threats.

THE OZ

He'll live. Besides, he knows THE OZEN is working in Europe now. Julian has been taking care of his side of the business back home, so that should keep Grant occupied for the time being.

Jethro

How about Declan, then? If he finds out you're hiding this from him, he'll flip the fuck out.

THE OZEN

He won't. Stop acting like an annoying in-law and get him access.

Jethro

Hope you get pierced by a cactus and suffer excruciating pain.

With a sigh, THE OZEN put away his phone and headed for his closet. Now he knew why SOFIA LUCAS was whistling.

This was certainly thrilling.

Nothing could compare to the gory thrill at the thought of him playing with his new plaything.

This was the most foolish thing ever tried.