Hey guys,
New Story here.
This one is “kind-of the same but not really in some point” similar to “I Like ‘Em Cowboys”
So, check it out. VOTE. COMMENT.
ENJOY.
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“I want him.” Silas pointed his long finger at the quiet man near the back of the restaurant; the tall one with the dark eyes and the wavy hair that begged to be touched.
Oh yes, he’d do quite nicely.
“I. . .wha-?” The fat lady in charge of the auction whirled around. “Who. . .? Where did you come from?”
“Silas Inferno,” Silas answered without taking his eyes off his man. “And I’ll take him.”
Necks stretched and craned as twenty or more men twisted in their seats to get a look at the man Silas wanted; the man with the long, unwavering stare, the man Silas had chosen to be his savior– or his accomplice, depending on how you chose to look at it.
The man didn’t move a muscle, didn’t nod in agreement or even acknowledge he was the topic of the conversation. He just stared back at him with those too-dark-to-read eyes.
The fat lady sputtered, gaped, then stammered, “Y-you mean Mr. Angelo?”
Silas smiled and nodded toward the back of the room again. That was exactly who he meant.
What he wanted.
Michael Angelo. Heaven
“Yes, him,” he repeated.
Why did the fat lady keep staring that way– as if Silas had suddenly sprouted horns?
Had he sprouted horns?
With calmness he didn’t feel, Silas fingered his hair back from his face, carefully probing for any unusual bumps.
Nothing.
Finally, the woman turned and stretched on tiptoe to see over the crowd, then teetered back on her heels. She fidgeted with her high lace collar, tucked the coin box tightly beneath her elbow and turned her wary gray eyes on Silas.
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Silas Inferno (boyxboy)
ParanormalTo free himself from Hell, Silas Inferno needs to claim one last soul, and he knows just the one he wants. Michael is in need of a wife who will keep his house and cook his meals. Instead, he finds himself with a husband who neither cooks nor cleans...
