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.

his focus finally off the cards. He had accepted his imminent

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

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

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

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

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

arched his eyebrows at me. "We're

the game. It was my turn. I

win!" I yelled for the second time that

me. "You know I just let you

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

grinned. "Yeah, whatever. I'd

grabbed his phone from beside him and did what he was supposed to

the rest of us talked about some of our

the ones who were actually smart, the ones

all

"I don't think some of them know what the word

said in a sing songy voice. "Either way, it all works in our favor," I added as I reached for a cigarette and lit

smarter like that dude that almost caught us. Makes my

worry, when you're locked up in jail,

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

for it and brought it out. I was about to take another drag when I looked at the caller's ID but my hand froze in the

my phone. "Why is he calling?" I murmured to

good?" Ron

shut the fuck up, I