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

he understood

But now.

over her face. "She wouldn't have approved

cast my gaze back to

concerned eyes and lift

and the

and reluctantly let

father who motioned for

and nods. When she walks passed me she

was a few years older than me and actually grew up here. Her mom had

I were

to see you too

shoulder. "I

family. Whatever we speak about, he will

Father's eyes narrowed.

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

He muttered, his voice casting

the photo on the desk, right before

done a

bad about it, I knew he deserved

whispered, keeping my eyes focused on him to see his

bony fingers

relieved. The man

forget?’ His watery smile made my

at with tears brimming in his eyes is the last family photo we took with mom. She

always a huge blur. It was because I was

couple of days after that photo was taken, mom died. She

happy to leave, but we

selfish of us, she suffered through the pain