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?"

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

before he

But now.

my fingers over her

to him, he's

up into his concerned eyes

reassured him with a smile and the silence

reluctantly let me

stroll toward father who motioned for Margo to get out

him reluctantly and nods. When she walks passed me she smiled tenderly. 'It's good to see

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

and I were

good to see

over my shoulder. "I would

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

Father's eyes narrowed.

and it was

muttered, his voice casting

on the desk, right before

had done a

bad about it, I

my eyes focused on him to see his

bony fingers reaching out for the

The man still had

I forget?’ His watery

photo he's staring at with tears brimming in his eyes is the last family photo we took with mom. She had been awfully

twelve here I think. Those days were always a huge blur. It was because I was trying to forget them seeing as they were so

died. She died happy though, with a smile on her face one

but we were not

selfish of us, she suffered through the pain