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.

narrowed. “How has work been, still

for me ending

Muralo’s. He didn’t understand that love was far greater than

more power.

before

But now.

I looked down at the photo, brushing my fingers over

of

gaze back to him, he’s frozen. He

step forward but Grant stops me.

to brush my fingers over

smile and the silence of my soul

and reluctantly let

toward father who motioned for Margo to get out

at him reluctantly and nods. When she walks passed

good to see

was a few years

here. Her mom had been working for

she passed away.

I were friends

to see you

leaves, father looked at Grant over my shoulder.

my daughter

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

Father’s eyes narrowed.

There’s one thing I got from this man, and it was stubbornness.

up easily.

his voice

photo on the desk, right before him while

done a number

feel bad about it, I knew he deserved

whispered, keeping my eyes focused on him to see

He stiffened, his bony fingers reaching out for the

face and I feel

all the

forget?’ His watery smile

with tears brimming in his eyes is

had been awfully sick here but she was

one last family

about twelve here I think. Those days were always a huge blur.

them seeing as they

after that photo was taken,

smile on her face one last

but we were not ready

It was selfish of us, she suffered through the pain for years. And she