The Girl He Craves

Meredith's pov

The young girl shuts the door behind Grant and me, leaving us in the presence of my father and Margo, who had been working here since I was young.

She beamed when she noticed me, her features lighting. "Meredith dear.’

She looked a bit peeved that she could not come over to me and had to remain positioned by father to nurse his wounds.

I looked at his wounds closely, smiling as I took a further step.

’Did Aiden do that to you?" I pointed at his nose and jaw. He looked like he had gotten punched relentlessly.

Father pushed Margo’s hand away from his lips. She had been dabbing a cloth on the split flesh.

’What do you think?’ He questioned, lounging back in his chair casually as though his face did not pain him. I didn’t miss the slight wince.

I grinned. I guess you deserve it, father. You are, after all, trying to ruin his life."

His grin widened. "I haven't tasted my own copper blood in years.” He licked his split lip. "I've missed the tang.”

I shook my head and walked over to the huge bookshelf. My fingers skim the backs and stopped on the huge book he used to read to me when I was younger.

He still had it.

I took it from the shelf, opening it to that page I knew was important. Grant leans over me protectively.

I smiled warmly at him, reassuring him with my eyes that my father would not hurt me.

He wasn't convinced.

’Grant, son. It's been a while. Sorry I hadn't seen you at first."

'Don't act like you like my presence here Sergio,’ Grant grunted, leaning against the shelf.

Father's eyes narrowed. "How has work been, still scrapping for money?"

me ending the agreement marriage with the Muralo's. He didn't understand that love was far greater than a simple agreement for

he understood

But now.

looked down at the photo, brushing my fingers over her face. "She wouldn't have

my gaze back to

his concerned eyes and lift my hand to brush my

and the silence of my soul mirroring in

reluctantly

motioned for Margo to

she walks passed me she smiled tenderly. 'It's good to

warmly. Margo was a few years older than me and actually grew up here. Her mom had been working for my grandparents and then my

were

to see you

shoulder. "I would

’He’s family. Whatever we speak about, he will

Father's eyes narrowed.

this man, and it

muttered, his

desk, right before him while

done a number

about it,

my eyes focused on him to see his

stiffened, his bony fingers reaching out

The man still had

can I forget?’ His watery

took with mom. She had been awfully sick here but she was the one who prodded for

huge blur. It was because I was trying to forget them seeing as they were so

She died happy though, with a smile on her

been happy to leave, but we were not ready

us, she suffered through the pain for years. And she didn't want to fight it