Daddy's Little Djinn: MM Paranormal Romance (Darkwood Daddies Book 1) by Joe Satoria

Daddy's Little Djinn: MM Paranormal Romance (Darkwood Daddies Book 1) by Joe Satoria

Author:Joe Satoria [Satoria, Joe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Satoria Publishing
Published: 2021-10-12T23:00:00+00:00


13. FLORIAN

I seared the sirloin steaks and we sat to eat them.

Otto had questions, and I’d told him to ask me whatever he wanted. I didn’t want to be Master or Sir. I just wanted to be with him. After all the years of wondering why I longed to have the pendant back, he was the reason. His presence inside of it had been what I craved, and now he was here, materialized in human form. It felt wrong for him to consider himself a servant to me.

All I wanted was to protect him now.

“I originally stole you,” I told him. “In 18—something, I forget the years, but I was almost twenty, and I worked in a bar cleaning for such little money. It doesn’t even seem like it was worth it now.” I cut into my steak, the juices flowing.

Otto copied my actions, using the fork to hold the steak and the serrated knife to slice right through it. “And I remember,” he said, “changing hands. You had this self-preservation about you.”

“You felt that?” I asked.

He nodded. “It wasn’t rage or anger.” His eye glanced to the food, his smile dropping. “I felt that a lot. It was a lot of angry people. And I don’t know if I was bought or stolen in those times, but few people knew I was inside.”

“I wonder if there are others out there, djinns that are trapped and their owners don’t know they’re in there.”

“Maybe,” he said. “I think—I think we’re safer in them, but it’s like you’re not even alive. You’re just there. And you hear things, and sometimes see things. I don’t—I don’t think I’ve ever really eaten before.” He held the slice of meat up to his face on the fork. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared. Just put it in your mouth and chew,” I said. “If it doesn’t taste good, you’ll know, and you’ll probably have your brain tell you to spit it out.”

He chuckled. “Ok.”

Otto really respected what I had to say, and he did it without question. He was so willing to do whatever I asked of him. I watched as he took the end of the beef into his mouth and pulled it off. His eyes lit up. He hummed.

“Like it?”

“Tastes nice.”

“Good.” I continued cutting into mine. It was a nice cut of beef. It had been in the fridge for a few days. I rarely ate, but when I did, I could get through nearly half a cow, so I liked to stay stocked up. “So, when I acquired you,” I continued. “I assumed Otto was short for Ottoman Empire. I knew the Russians were constantly invading other countries, so it wasn’t beyond my thoughts that the man I stole it from had stolen it from someone in that region, or someone who had stolen it from someone else, you know.”

“Where’s that?”

“Well, it doesn’t exist anymore. It hasn’t for a hundred years.”

He didn’t look happy to know that. Perhaps it was where he was from, somewhere in that region.



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