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?"

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

before he

But now.

down at the photo, brushing my fingers over her face.

gaze back to him, he's frozen.

I looked up into his concerned eyes and lift

and the silence of my soul mirroring in

reluctantly let me

continued my stroll toward father who motioned

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

smiling at her warmly. Margo was a few years older than me and actually grew up here.

Margo and I were

to see you

"I would

Whatever we speak about, he

Father's eyes narrowed.

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

his voice casting

on the desk, right before him while looking

a number on

I feel bad about it, I

keeping my eyes focused

stiffened, his bony fingers reaching out

paints on his face and I feel relieved. The man still had some humanity and wasn't all

can I forget?’ His watery smile made my heart

family photo we took with mom. She

always a huge blur. It was because

photo was taken, mom died. She died happy

been happy to leave, but we were

of us, she suffered through the pain for years. And she