“You think Monet won’t bury you the second I’m gone?” Mecca laughed, a deep, knowing sound. “She’s already planning your funeral, Davis. I just offered you a better casket.”
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
“We can’t trust her, ‘Riq,” Brayden whispered, sweat and rain mixing on his brow. “Once Mecca’s gone, we’re the loose ends.” “You think Monet won’t bury you the second I’m gone