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?"

with the Muralo's. He didn't understand that

he

But now.

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

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

up into his concerned eyes and lift my

and the silence of my soul

reluctantly let me

my stroll toward father who motioned

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

grew up here. Her

were friends

see

father looked at Grant over my shoulder. "I would like to speak to my daughter in private

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

Father's eyes narrowed.

from this man, and it

his voice casting

on the desk, right before him while looking into his swollen

had done a number on

feel bad about it, I knew

this?’ I whispered, keeping my eyes

fingers reaching

relieved. The man

can I forget?’ His watery smile made my heart

family photo we took with

huge blur. It was

photo was taken, mom died. She died

happy to leave, but we

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