Free Time is Money by Silk White Page A

a four year prison bid slowed him down.

    “Everything you need is in that bag,” Big T said and then pulled away from the curb out into traffic.
    Ghost opened the black duffle bag that sat on the seat next to him. Inside he found a 9mm with a silencer attached to the barrel, along with two extra clips, and a black ski mask. Ghost rested his head back against the head rest and closed his eyes. His mind was moving a thousand miles per second and he took this time to rest his brain for a minute.
    Big T pulled up onto the big estate over in the cut, not to draw too much attention to them. He placed the gear in park. “Time to roll.”
    Ghost rolled the ski mask down over his face, grabbed his gun, and quickly stepped out of the Escalade . He made his way over to the front door and shot the lock off. The shot was muffled and sounded like someone had pressed a key on an old type writer. Ghost entered the huge mansion with fire dancing in his eyes. He was on a mission and refused to be denied. Ghost tipped down the long elementary school like hallway. The further he walked, the louder voices could be heard. From the sound of it, it sounded like Brent and his family were having dinner or some kind of get together.
    * * *
    Brent sat at the dining room table alongside his wife and business partner, an older man that went by the name of Sal. Brent’s personal chef served them porterhouse steaks with a bake potato and vegetables on the side.
    “Any new clients?” Sal asked raising his glass of wine to his lips. He and Brent had been getting rich off of others hard work for so long that they had forgotten what they were doing was wrong.
    “I’m working on these two new guys looking to invest some big money. If all goes well I should be able to reel them in by the end of the week,” Brent boasted. For him, his thrill came from outsmarting his clients. He loved to feel like he was the smartest person in the room. “By the end of the month, we should pull in another fourteen million.”
    “That’s great,” Ghost said stepping out from the shadows with a big gun in his hand. He snatched the ski mask off so Brent could see his face and know who was going to take his life. “I’ll take my two million plus interest now if you don’t mind.”
    “Gh… Gh… Ghost, hey man,” Brent stuttered. “What are you doing here?”
    “I tried calling your cell phone and your office and got no answer,” Ghost said. “So I figured I’d drop by in person.” He pulled out a chair and joined them at the table.
    “Ghost, I was going to call you first thing in the morning and give you all my new numbers,” Brent lied with a straight face. He was trying to keep cool and not show the fear that was inside of him. “Me and my partner Sal over here were just talking about you.”
    “Is that right?”
    “Yes. We were saying how smart it was of you to invest with us and that in the next two years your money...”
    “Cut the shit!” Ghost snapped cutting him off. “My money, I want it now! All of it!”
    “I’m going to need some time Ghost,” Brent told him. “Things like this, take time.”
    Ghost turned his gun on Sal and shot him out of his chair. Brent and his wife looked on in horror. The scene was so graphic that Brent’s wife leaned over and threw up her meal.
    Ghost then turned his gun on Brent’s wife. “I need my money and I’m not going to ask you again.”
    “I have $30,000 upstairs in my safe; that’s all I have,” Brent said raising his hands in surrender. “Take it, it’s yours.”
    “$30,000?” Ghost repeated. “Motherfucker where’s my two million?”
    “I don’t have it. I used your money to make me more money and now all the money is currently tied up,” Brent explained.
    Ghost gave Brent a sad look and blew his wife’s brains out right in front of him. Brent watched as his wife’s body slid out of the chair and down to the floor as warm blood splashed across his face. Ghost roughly grabbed Brent by