The screen cut to black.
He flicked the blunt into the rain.
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. power book ii: ghost s02e10 hdrip
Forty minutes earlier, the Tejadas had laid out their final play. Monet, her nails freshly done, her eyes colder than the marble floor of her penthouse, had slid a photo across the table. The screen cut to black
Tariq turned, his father’s ghost whispering in his ear. “Now? We stop surviving. We start ruling .” her nails freshly done
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