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.

said, his focus finally off the cards. He had accepted

Not gonna lie, I felt a little bad for him to be honest. Normally, he's a broke ass. We should have just left him." "Speaking of asses," Jon piped up. "You

couldn't stop laughing as I immediately remembered the man's repeated words. I started to chant the words and they joined me, "I like your ass, Tabit, tell me what you

one, that's how they speak," Ron intoned. "Didn't you notice that he barely felt the five hundred thousand dollars that we got from

was reminded of how

eyes. "But he didn't. Can we

arched his eyebrows at me.

and I looked down at the game. It was my turn. I dropped

that is a win!" I yelled for the second

me. "You know I just

out a belly laugh. Then Sid said, "You

"Yeah, whatever. I'd prefer you

from beside him and did what he

he transferred the money, the rest of us talked

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

were all

another bout of laughter. "I don't think some of them know what the word scam means. Some of them just drop money as they

all works in our favor," I added as I reached for a cigarette and

I'd prefer they were smarter like that dude

slapped him on the back. "Don't worry, when you're locked up in jail, your blood will pump even more." We all burst

slow drag from my cigarette, my phone began to ring

I looked at the

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

Ron asked just

up,