My Best Friend's Brother: Moth To A Flame

Chapter Two

Asher Knox POV

"Please forgive me." The man pleads with a trembling voice, weak and raspy.

I swing around in his office chair, a gun on my thigh and two daggers resting peacefully on the mahogany desk in front of me.

"Mr Chan..." I address him although my eyes are on the manilla files in my hands, going through financial records and transactions.

"Yes," he replies through a sob.

"I love your desk." I say still going through the files, one by one. "How much did you get it for?"

He hesitates before speaking. "About a hundred thousand."

Finally, I drop the files with a loud thump on the desk and then applaud him. "That's a lot of money for just a chair and desk, don't you think?"

He doesn't respond partly because he's falling unconscious due to the tightness of the ropes i tied around his chubby body, but mostly because he's guilty.

"It was a gift." He lies.

I expected it, nothing stinks more than a lying rich man trying to cover up his ass.

"The records tell a different story, Mr Chan." I pull out one of files and toss it at his face. "It says there you transferred money allocated for the health department of this city to your personal foreign furniture designer."

Mr Chan says nothing as sweat dribbles down his face. "It..."

"No excuses, Mr Chan." I swing my feet off from the desk and pull out a cheque book before standing.

As i walk towards him, he tries to wriggle out of the ropes but it's impossible. "Are you the ghost?" He asks, tears pouring out of his eyes.

I nod my head, whistling as I approach him with my gun swinging in one hand and the cheque book in the other.

Crouching in front of him, I place the chequebook in his wet hands. "Sign this and i'll spare your life."

He lowers his gaze to the book and once he sees the amount, he shakes his head. "No,no if i sign this i'd go bankrupt."

I lift my gun higher to his head. "Bankrupt over stolen money?"

His eyes dilate as he watches the gun near him. It amazes me how evil, corrupt people are so afraid of death while they endanger innocent people's lives everyday without a care in the world.

The comm in my ear beeps and I hear my worker's voice. "Ghost get out of there. We have the police on the way."

I lift my gun over his groin area. "Sign it Mr Chan, I don't have all day."

His hand shakily holds the pen and signs it. "This will ruin me."

I smile under my mask. "You should have thought about that before choosing this path of life."

The man flares up like a firecracker ready to explode. "You're not better than me, ghost. You're a thief, a common thief."

A laugh escapes my throat as I walk out the door with a ten million cheque in hand and a hot expresso cup which Mr Chan had been drinking when i came in.

The secretary smiles at me as she waves goodbye. It would take her atleast five minutes before she notices anything wrong. Five minutes is ample time for me to get to as far as Madagascar if I want.

I take the stairs rather than the elevators, and there I switch my silicon mask from a brown skin man to an Asian.

By the time i get to the downfloor, the police are busting through the entrance.

I gasp in shock just like everyone else in the lobby and run out with the crowd. Outside, i walk to the next street across the building and slide into a Black SUV.

"Mission accomplished." I say, tossing the file on the driver's leg.

The car fires away down the street and into the nearest main way. After a while, the car stops in front of a hotel. My hotel.

"That was risky." The driver says, pulling off her disposable mask.

"But worth it." I add while sipping Mr Chan's expresso.

We had extra ten million and that would go through the right channels to aid the health department of this city.

"You can't keep risking your life, Asher." She says, her face pink with concern.

"I'm a ghost, and ghosts don't get caught." I smile at her although i can tell she's losing her mind. I call her Halo but her real name is Bella. We have both been working together since i was a teenager, stuck in prison for a crime I didn't commit. Bella saved me and together we've been running an operation, getting all the rich and corrupt men who frame other people for their own crimes.

"Do you want to hang out with me tonight?" She asks, a smile spreading across her face. Bella is pretty, the kind of pretty that swoons any man. But i'm not any man, am I?

Pulling out of the tight silicon mask, i groan and stretch my face from the biting effect of the mask. "I'm sorry, i'll have to skip that hangout until when i'm back to this miserable city."

She snaps her neck to face me. "What? Are you leaving?"

I nod while scrubbing my fingers through my hair. "Yes Bells."

She begins to talk and then stutters. "I-I..."

I turn to meet her troubled gaze. "I'm going home, Bells."

"Home? Do you have one?"

I huff a laugh. "Yes, a small town with the finest beaches and the tallest coconut trees you'll ever see."

She shakes her head. "Are you being serious right now."

"Uh-huh," I say staring at the mirror as i take off my eye lenses.

"Asher!"

I turn to her. "Don't worry. I'll be back. In the mean time, have fun with your boyfriends and tell this dirty city the ghost is on vacation."

"This is not funny!" She protests but i'm already outside and slamming the door shut. I cross the road to the black motorbike parked in front of the hotel. My backpack is on it and in that bag is the little memory of the boy i used to be.

There's still so much work to be done but i have a party to attend in a town far away from here.

I pick up my phone and dial a number which I haven't dialled for so many years. Thankfully, it goes to voicemail. "Hello there, you have reached Mia. Currently busy right now, try again later, bye bye."