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But Davis didn’t flinch. Because standing in the doorway, dripping wet, was Tariq. And behind Tariq? Cane Tejada, a .45 tucked in his waistband, his smile a crooked scar.

The rain hadn’t stopped for three hours, as if the sky itself was trying to wash Stansfield clean. Tariq St. Patrick stood on the wet balcony of his penthouse, a half-smoked blunt burning between his fingers, the glow of the city below mirroring the war raging inside him.

That was the thing about this life—every alliance was a ticking clock. power book ii: ghost s02e10 hdrip

Tariq had nodded, but his mind was on Brayden. His brother-in-arms, the only white boy with more heart than sense, was pacing the warehouse floor, knuckles bloody from a fight Tariq hadn’t seen.

“Mecca’s done,” she said, her voice a low, venomous purr. “But he’s not stupid. He’ll burn everything on his way out. So we burn him first.” But Davis didn’t flinch

“We can’t trust her, ‘Riq,” Brayden whispered, sweat and rain mixing on his brow. “Once Mecca’s gone, we’re the loose ends.”

Lorenzo Tejada.

He flicked the blunt into the rain.