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?"

Father always blamed Grant for me ending the agreement marriage with the Muralo's.

he understood

But now.

the photo, brushing my fingers over

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

took a step forward but Grant stops me. I looked up into his concerned eyes

smile and the silence of my soul

reluctantly

stroll toward father who motioned

reluctantly and nods. When she walks passed me she smiled

me and actually grew up here. Her mom

and I were friends

to see you too

over my shoulder. "I would

we

Father's eyes narrowed.

man, and it

He muttered, his voice casting

the desk, right before him while looking into his

had done a number on

bad about it, I knew he deserved

whispered, keeping my eyes

stiffened, his bony fingers reaching out for

The man still had

His watery smile made my

is the last family photo we took with mom. She had been awfully sick

was because I was

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

leave, but we were

us, she suffered through the pain