Free Time is Money by Silk White Page B

the back of his neck and forced him upstairs. The fact that Brent didn’t have his money only pissed Ghost off even more. Ghost spun Brent around and slapped him across the face with his gun. Brent’s head violently bounced off the wall before he crumbled down to the floor in a fetal position.
    “Please don’t kill me! I’m so sorry! I swear I’ll get you your money back,” Brent pleaded.
    “How you gonna get my money back, huh? How?” Ghost barked as he cracked Brent over the top of his head with the gun opening up a huge gash. “You like to steal from people right? You like to rob people without a gun right?” Ghost blacked out and hit Brent repeatedly in the face with the gun until he was no longer recognizable. “Get your punk ass up!” He roughly snatched Brent up to his feet and shoved him towards the safe. “You have ten seconds to open that safe or I’m going to blow your brains all over that wall,” Ghost said in a stern tone as he began to count.
    Brent wiped blood from his eyes and slowly began to punch in the combination to the wall safe. Now he was willing to do whatever it took to get Ghost to stop hitting him. “Here it’s open.”
    Ghost quickly moved towards the safe, removed the $30,000, and then turned his attention back on Brent. “Look at me you piece of shit!”
    Brent looked up at Ghost from his knees. His eyes were begging Ghost not to kill him. The last thing he ever expected was for him to come back to his home blasting.
    Once Brent looked at Ghost, he fired four shots into Brent’s chest. Then he stood over him and put a bullet right between his eyes. Ghost then walked out the front door as if nothing never happened and slid back in the backseat of the Escalade .
    Once Ghost was back in the truck; Big T smoothly pulled off the property and backed out into traffic. It was an unspoken rule not to talk after a job, so the two men rode in silence all the way back to the airport.
    Thirty minutes later Big T pulled into the drop off area of the airport.
    “Thanks for everything,” Ghost said dropping $15,000 onto Big T’s lap. “I appreciate it. I’ll hit you when I touch down so you’ll know I’m safe.” Ghost stepped out the backseat and entered the airport never looking back.

Chapter 22
    I Need You

    W hen Ghost made it back to New York, the first thing he did was drop by Dana’s house. On the plane ride, he had done a lot of thinking and he wanted to ask his sister’s opinion on what he was thinking. Ghost slid out the backseat of the yellow cab, walked up to Dana’s door, and rang the doorbell. Seconds later Dana opened the door with a big smile on her face.
    Dana hugged Ghost tightly. “I’m so glad you made it back safely. Now get in here and tell me what’s going on.”
    Ghost headed straight for the bar and poured himself a drink. “I lost all my money,” he came straight out and said it. “I invested all my money with some conman out in Los Angeles and he fucked me over.”
    “He conned you out of all of your money?” Dana asked with a shocked look on her face. “Well I guess your trip to Hawaii is off now,” she said sadly.
    “No, I’m still going to Hawaii.” Ghost paused for a second. “I was thinking about robbing another bank.”
    “No,” Dana said quickly. “You said we were out, especially after how the last job almost cost you your life.”
    “I have no other choice.”
    “Yes you do. If you need money I’ll be more than happy to give you half of my money,” Dana said. “I have close to two million dollars and I’ll split it with you.”
    “Thanks Dana but I can’t take your money.” Ghost downed his drink and quickly poured himself another. “This one last job and we’re done.”
    “This isn’t smart Ghost,” Dana said, shaking her head. “I don’t have a good feeling about this.”
    “Plus Randy fucked up his money gambling again and I promised to give him a couple of dollars,” Ghost told her.
    Dana sucked her teeth.