Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

TABITHA

I took a big gulp of the gin and shook my head. "Man, where did you get this from? It's strong as hell!" I laughed and took another gulp.

The gin was so strong that its scent took over the heavenly smell of booze and cigarettes that usually filled the room.

My gaze fell on the packet at the door that led to the room where our work equipment was carefully tucked.

I made a mental note to steal about half a dozen and hide away.

"It's the best," Sid attested. Then he shook his head, pointing at the cards on the table. "My money is Tabitha, man." He shook his head at Ron, "You suck at this. Why do you keep playing?" "Why do you keep writing?"

The rest of us laughed. Sid chuckled too but he hit Ron on his arm. "That was not funny, dude."

Ron ignored him, his focus back on the cards spread out on the table.

I smirked as I dropped the bottle and shuffled my cards. "What's your decision?"

Ron will never learn. He can never defeat me in this. I'll just keep taking his money.

My money's on Ron," Jon said. "After all, he brings in the best idiots."

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Why do you have to always refer to our beloved clients like that?" Sid laughed. "They bring in the money, they deserve some respect."

"Of course," I chuckled. "You remember that one that immediately transferred his whole account balance to us?" I said, slapping Ron's lap.

We all guffawed at the memory of one of our clients that we swindled. It was one of the smoothest jobs that we did.

Ron said, his focus finally off the cards. He

I felt a little bad for

me what you want, whatever you want I will give it to you..." Jon shook his head. "It's the careful way with which he spoke that cracks me up the

overfed one, that's how they speak," Ron intoned. "Didn't you notice that he barely felt

agree it was risky, yeah?" Jon said, eyeing all of us. And I was reminded of how hesitant he had been about him. "He could

he didn't. Can we move on to other memories

arched his eyebrows at me. "We're going

the game. It was my turn. I dropped my last

that is a win!" I yelled for the second

smirked at me. "You know I just let you win,

out a belly laugh. Then Sid said,

grinned. "Yeah, whatever. I'd prefer you

his phone from beside him and did what he

of us talked about some of

seemed smart but were actually stupid, the ones who were actually smart, the ones who were just plain

were all fun

them know what the word scam means. Some of them just drop money as

ones," I said in a sing songy voice. "Either way, it all works in

prefer they were smarter like that dude that almost caught us. Makes my blood

up in jail, your blood will pump

I took a slow drag from my cigarette, my phone began to ring in the pocket

I was about to take another drag when I looked at the caller's ID but my hand

down at my phone. "Why is he calling?" I murmured

Ron asked just

fuck up, I need