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

I stiffen. Father always blamed Grant for me

understand that love was far greater than a simple agreement

more power.

before he understood

But now.

looked down at the photo, brushing my fingers over her

approved of this

to him,

a step forward but Grant stops me. I looked up into

hand to brush my fingers over his

the silence of my soul

He sighed and reluctantly let

stroll toward father who motioned for Margo to

reluctantly and nods. When she

good to see

nod, smiling at her warmly. Margo was a few years older

Her mom had been working

she passed away.

and I were friends before

to see you

over my shoulder. “I would like to speak

daughter in

’He’s family. Whatever we speak about,

Father’s eyes narrowed.

from this man, and it was stubbornness. We didn’t like to

up easily.

“Fine.’ He muttered, his voice

right before him while looking into his swollen

done a number on

Though I feel bad about it, I knew

keeping my eyes focused on him to

stiffened, his bony fingers reaching

smile paints on his face and

all the way cold to the

can I forget?’ His watery smile made my

brimming in his eyes is the

sick here but she was the one who

one last

here I think. Those days were always a huge blur. It

forget them seeing

was taken, mom died. She died happy though,

on her face one

happy to leave, but we were not ready

us, she suffered through the pain for years. And she