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

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

the man's repeated words. I started to chant the words and they joined me, "I like your ass, Tabit, tell me what you want,

"Didn't you notice that he barely felt the five hundred thousand dollars that we got from

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

Can we move on to other memories

me. "We're going down

at the game. It was my turn.

is a win!" I yelled for the second

at me. "You know I just let

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

grinned. "Yeah, whatever. I'd

grabbed his phone from beside him and did what he

of us talked about some of

smart, the ones who were

were all fun

shook his head after another bout of laughter. "I don't think some of them know what the

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

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

in jail, your blood will pump even

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

take another drag when I looked at the caller's ID but my

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

good?" Ron asked just

guys shut the fuck up, I