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

he understood

But now.

fingers over her

cast my gaze back to him,

stops me. I looked up into his concerned eyes and lift my hand to brush my fingers over his stubble jaw in

smile and the

reluctantly let

stroll toward father who motioned for

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

up here. Her mom had been working

I were friends

see you too

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

family. Whatever we

Father's eyes narrowed.

I got from this man, and it was

He muttered, his voice

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

had done a

feel bad about it, I knew he

eyes focused on him to

his bony fingers reaching out for the

I feel relieved. The man still had

can I forget?’ His watery smile made my

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

a huge blur. It was because I was trying

was taken, mom died. She

we were not

of us, she suffered through the pain for years.