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 had accepted

job, man," Sid shook his head. "Dude was so certain that we were legit. Not gonna lie, I felt a little bad for him to

I started to chant the words and they joined me, "I like your ass, Tabit, tell me what you want, whatever you want I will give it to you..." Jon shook

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

all of us. And I was reminded of how hesitant he had been about him. "He could have

didn't. Can we move on

eyebrows at me.

looked down at the game. It was my turn. I dropped my last card and boom!

a win!" I yelled for the second

at me. "You know

out a belly laugh. Then Sid said,

whatever. I'd prefer you make

him and

transferred the money, the rest of us talked about

but were actually stupid, the ones who were actually smart, the ones who were just plain dumb but difficult and the

were all

think some of them know what the word scam means. Some of

songy voice. "Either way, it all works in

prefer they were smarter like

in jail, your blood will pump even more." We all burst into

as I took a slow drag from my cigarette, my phone

it out. I was about to take another drag when I looked at the caller's ID but

at my phone. "Why is he calling?" I murmured to myself. I glanced at the time. "By

Ron asked

shut the fuck up, I need