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?"

blamed Grant for me ending the agreement marriage with the Muralo's. He

he understood

But now.

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

gaze back to him, he's frozen. He heard

a step forward but Grant stops me. I looked up into his concerned eyes and lift my

a smile and the silence

and reluctantly let me

my stroll toward father who motioned for Margo to get out of the

When she walks passed me

and actually grew up here. Her mom had been working for my grandparents

I were friends

to see you

"I would like

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

Father's eyes narrowed.

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

He muttered, his

on the desk, right before him while looking into

done a number

bad about it, I knew

eyes focused on him to see

his bony fingers reaching out

I feel relieved. The man still had some humanity and wasn't all the

watery

we took with mom.

about twelve here I think. Those days were always a huge blur. It was because I was trying to

mom died. She died happy though, with a smile

to leave, but we were not ready

suffered through the pain for years. And