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?"

the agreement marriage with the Muralo's. He didn't understand that love was

he understood

But now.

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

back to him,

forward but Grant stops me. I looked up into his concerned eyes and lift my hand to brush my

a smile and the silence of my soul

sighed and reluctantly let

who motioned for Margo

passed me she smiled tenderly.

older than me and actually grew up here.

Margo and I were friends

to see you too

leaves, father looked at Grant over my shoulder. "I

we speak about, he

Father's eyes narrowed.

got from this man, and it was stubbornness. We didn't like to give up

muttered, his voice

the photo on the desk, right before him while

a number on

bad about it, I knew he

keeping my eyes focused on him to

bony fingers reaching out

man

His watery

is the last family photo we took with mom. She had been awfully sick here but she was the one who prodded for one last

days were always a huge blur. It was

She died

leave, but we were

suffered through the pain for years. And she didn't want to