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Silas
Silas untangled his body from the slight one sprawled over him in his bed. His elfin angel was a goddamn octopus when sleeping.
And Silas f*****g loved it.
But he’d spent the better part of the weekend planning how to best focus that rage he’d tucked away, and knowing Chávez woke with the sun, Silas forced himself to set his lover aside for a brief time.
He padded silently across his penthouse suite, closing himself into his office. Streaks of sun licked at the backs of Boston’s skyline, washing the city with golden light. A new morning, a new beginning.
The same he wanted to give to his boy.
Silas put through the call he’d been thinking about since Troy had opened up about his past and allowed Silas inside his head. “I want everything you can find on the man,” he told Cháv
