Delilah's Scandal (The Cove Sisters Trilogy #2) - Sienna Mynx Page 0,3

he was one of the most feared and fearless. His entire face was covered in tattoos, including his shaven head. He was also a wanted man.

“That bitch of yours still alive? I should have put my dick in her before I smoked her.” Jose grabbed his groin. “What you gone do? Knock me around before you take me in? I don’t fucking care. This time—”

Maverick delivered a hard smack across José’s face that sent him sideways into the wall. Before the murderer could respond, he grabbed him by the collar and threw him into the bathroom stall door, forcing it to crash inward. José landed with another hard smack to his head, but this time against the commode. It didn’t matter if he was conscious or not. Maverick was inside before the cop shooter could recover, or his gang members could put a bullet in him in time to stop him. He kneed José with such force in the man’s back it could crack. Jose bucked and fell to the side of the toilet. Maverick repeatedly stumped on his back. José grunted under the assault with his feet kicking, but he didn’t break. Not from the split to his skull. Not from the spine crushing blows to his back. He was pure evil. And that kind of evil didn’t die quick. Maverick grabbed him. José laughed with a face covered in blood as Maverick held on to his hair and lifted his face.

“I’m going to send you to hell. And when you get there, tell your boss that I’m sending all of you down to burn with him.”

“¡Que te jodan, zorra!” José spat up blood.

“Fuck me? Fuck you!” Maverick shoved his face into the dingy commode. He stomped the back of José Garcia’s head with his brothel forcing him to gurgle and choke on toilet water. He kept stomping and stomping until the gurgling stopped.

ONE HOUR LATER

“What happened here?” Smith asked. The only man he’d ever known with two last names. Maverick watched with the other officers as they wheeled out José Garcia. A community of outraged club-goers had started to gather across the street. Many angry citizens shouted curse words at the officers for the death of one of their own.

“I told you. I heard from my contact he was here. I entered the club. Didn’t see him. I went into the bathroom, and he was there. He attacked me. I fought him off. He charged me. We struggled. We ended up in the stall, and he went for my weapon.”

“He’s dead,” the detective informed him.

“Doesn’t have a face and barely a neck,” Detective Michaels walked up to them and added to the conversation.

“I think you need to rethink your statement,” Detective Smith Greenley said.

Maverick glanced at the men and then shrugged. He walked off to leave them to sort it out. They could put a bullet in him if they wanted. He didn’t give a shit anymore.

ON THE HOSPITAL FLOOR where they kept her, there was barely any staff. Since the Latin Kings had placed a hit on her life and his, she was under police protection. A fallen officer would receive all the support the department could muster. It took a full year for him to realize how important she was to him. A whole year of her healing him. Only for this to be his future. Maverick walked up to the other survivor from his team Javier.

“How is he?”

Javier looked like shit. They all loved Camille. He didn’t seem to be able to summon the words to deliver the news. Maverick went into her room. There were tubes in her mouth and nose. She breathed through a ventilator. Her dark hair that always bounced with life around her shoulders was now thin and listless against her pillow. And her face so swollen he could barely recognize her. But he saw past all of it. She was his partner, his best friend, and his lover. She was his second chance. She made him believe he deserved one.

“Detective Lennon?” Dr. Patel spoke. A young Indian woman walked inside the room. “I was told you were here. I was hoping you’d stop by.”

Maverick picked up Camille’s hand. They hit her because of him. Because he never let up. He never stopped. They went after her and the team. The bullet should have been his.

“I’m sorry. Ms. Blanco's family left three hours ago.”

Her hand felt cold in his. He held it with both his hands and tried to keep it