But in the vacuum of a campus half-empty due to the pandemic, the rules of the street had only gotten sharper.
Tariq walked off the roof, his heart pounding beneath his hoodie. The city below was silent, save for the distant wail of an ambulance. He pulled out his phone. A single text from an unknown number: Your mother is safe. Keep it that way. Power Book II- Ghost -2020-2020
The summer culminated in a rooftop confrontation. Not a shootout—ammo was too precious, and the sound would draw unwanted attention from the few cops still on patrol. Instead, it was a trial by fire. Monet, Cane, Dru, and Diana had Tariq cornered. They’d found out about the ventilator deal, realized he’d kept a cut for himself. But in the vacuum of a campus half-empty
He didn't know who sent it. A fed? A friend? His father's ghost? It didn't matter. He pulled out his phone
“You’re not Ghost,” Cane sneered, ripping off his black cloth mask. “You’re a ghost of a ghost.”
Monet’s eyes narrowed. For the first time, she saw it—not the scared kid, not the legacy, but the real thing. A strategist born from chaos.