Power Book - Ii- Ghost -2020-2020

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.

He didn't know who sent it. A fed? A friend? His father's ghost? It didn't matter. Power Book II- Ghost -2020-2020

Their first job was a disaster. A meet in a deserted parking garage under the Queensboro Bridge. The supplier, a jittery man with a hacking cough, tried to short them. Tariq, channeling the ghost of his father, didn’t flinch. He calmly pulled a small UV light—used for disinfecting mail—and shined it on the counterfeit bills the man had tried to pass. Tariq walked off the roof, his heart pounding

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. A single text from an unknown number: Your mother is safe

The problem was supply. The usual pipelines had dried up. Borders were tight, shipments delayed, and every two-bit hustler with a mask thought they were king. Tariq’s only ally was Brayden, his well-meaning, chaos-magnet roommate, who had traded his frat kegs for a crash course in covert logistics.

“You have balls, St. Patrick,” she said, lowering her piece. “Don’t lose them in the second wave.”

The real turning point came when Tariq discovered that the Tejadas had a secret: a makeshift lab in an abandoned bodega in the Bronx, churning out a high-grade synthetic product. But the chemist was sick—really sick. And he refused to work unless someone got him a ventilator for his asthmatic daughter.