Delilah's Scandal (The Cove Sisters Trilogy #2) - Sienna Mynx Page 0,1

walked away from the memory of her into the stark reality of the empty house. It was going to be another meaningless day. In the bathroom, he removed his gauze to see blood had surfaced from his barely healed wound. He ignored that too and decided a shower, morning beer, and then cup of coffee would get him through the next sixteen hours before he could return to bed and his nightmares.

FIVE HOURS LATER

There was physical evidence, photographs, drug testing, polygraph results, acceptance of reports alleging officer misconduct, and an entire review of the search and seizure violations. Maverick sat through discovery as his union rep whispered in his ear. Lieutenant Robert Daily and three others talked over thirteen years of his career as a police officer. His partner Camille Blanco gave her statement of the events that occurred before he was shot. Two men were dead, Maverick took a hit, but he lived. A young mother and her child were in police protection thanks to his quick thinking. In Camille’s eyes, he was a hero. But his sweet wife Melissa knew him better. She, too, had visited the courtroom. Her ghost sat in the peach nightgown with her robe tied too tight with a sash around her pregnant belly. Maverick knew she was dead, but it didn’t matter. She was always there for him. She smiled to encourage him to be the man she deserved. He nearly opened his mouth and told her that man was dead.

It was over.

Maverick barely had to speak. The police union was influential within the NYPD. And as a result, the blue shield protected their own. Camille grinned at him. Happy over what they had done, she talked so fast her Dominican-Spanish accent garbled her words. The ends had justified the means, she said. She believed he did it for the woman being held hostage and her child, who had been too young to defend himself against his gang leader father. But Maverick didn’t even know they were in the house when he entered and started firing. His team was hunting for drugs. That’s what the ‘renegades task force’ did—drugs, not search and rescue. Bring in the big bad drug dealers and get a reward. Maverick was just hunting. It was what he did after Melissa died—hunt. For revenge, for relief, for a little bit of payback, after all, he’d lost.

“Well done, this is over. We’ll handle the presser, so don’t do any interviews. In fact, take a few weeks to get yourself together, Maverick.” Chief Connelly said. The Chief then glanced over to the black Lieutenant Robert Dailey, who he was always in battle with. Chief Connelly frowned. “Dailey is watching you. Be careful.”

“He will Chief, I’ll make sure of it,” Camille smiled.

Maverick cut his gaze over to Robert Dailey. That keen look in the Lieutenant's eyes was a far greater indictment than the one Internal Affairs cleared him from. The Lieutenant shook his head in disgust before he walked out. Maverick’s partner rubbed his arm. Her name was Camille. She was half Puerto Rican and half Dominican. Many would tell you Camille was one hundred percent a Bronx girl and a damn good police officer. She saved his career by giving her sweetened testimony on his actions. He doubted he was worth it, but Camille helped heal his regrets.

SIX HOURS LATER

Maverick slammed his pelvis against hers, and the mattress squeaked loudly. With his hand to the headboard and his thumb in Camille’s mouth. He thrust in and out of her tightness over and over. Her inner thighs, slick with sweat fastened tight to his waist, kept slipping. The wound to his side pierced his gut with pain and seeped blood. Neither could he stop, or did he notice. It was the locking strength of her thighs that permitted him to go the distance. She wanted no release, and he didn’t care. He moved in and out of her staring down into her round brown eyes ringed in the longest dark lashes he’d ever seen naturally on a woman. She sucked his thumb, her cocoa-melon breasts jiggled, and her copper brown skin glistened with the sexual-heat radiating from her. He’d started fucking her on the sofa, then the floor, and eventually, he took her to the bed. Over forty-five minutes fucking the most beautiful woman on the force, in the world, with the wettest, tightest pussy on earth, and still, he couldn’t come. But she did. He watched as her mouth went lax