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 love was far greater than a simple agreement

before he understood

But now.

photo, brushing my fingers over her

to him, he's frozen. He

stops me. I looked up into his concerned eyes and lift my hand to brush

him with a smile and the silence of my soul mirroring in

reluctantly let

motioned for Margo to get out of

walks passed me she smiled tenderly.

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

were friends before

to see you too

"I would like to speak to

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

Father's eyes narrowed.

one thing I got from this man, and it was

He muttered, his voice casting

placed the photo on the desk, right before him while looking

had done a number on

bad about it,

eyes focused on him to see

stiffened, his bony fingers reaching out

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

I forget?’ His watery smile

photo we took with mom. She had been awfully sick here but she was the one

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

couple of days after that photo was taken, mom died. She died happy though, with a smile on her face

been happy to leave, but we were not ready

pain for years. And she didn't want to fight