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.

can I forget?" Ron said, his focus finally off the cards. He had

the easiest 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 be honest. Normally, he's a broke ass. We should have just left him." "Speaking of asses," Jon piped up.

and they joined me, "I like your ass, Tabit, tell me what you want, whatever

a billionaire. An overfed one, that's how they speak," Ron intoned. "Didn't you notice that he barely felt the five hundred thousand dollars

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

Can we move

eyebrows at me.

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

that is a win!" I yelled

smirked at me. "You know I just let you

Sid let out a belly laugh. Then Sid said, "You say that all the

I'd prefer you make a

and did what he was supposed

the rest of us talked

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

all

bout of laughter. "I don't think some of them know what the word scam

a sing songy voice. "Either way, it all works in our favor," I added as I

scoffed. "True but I'd prefer they were smarter like

"Don't worry, when you're locked up in jail, your blood will pump even

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

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

is he calling?" I murmured to myself. I glanced at the

Ron asked

guys shut the fuck up, I need