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.

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,"

the words and they joined me, "I like your ass, Tabit, tell me what

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

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

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

at me. "We're going down memory lanes,

I looked down at the game. It was

win!" I yelled for the second

"You know I just

belly laugh. Then Sid said,

whatever. I'd prefer

from beside him and did what he was supposed

transferred the money, the rest of us talked about some of our

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

were all fun

"I don't think some of them know

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

prefer they were smarter like that dude that almost caught us. Makes my blood

when you're locked up in

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

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

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

good?" Ron asked just

out, "you guys shut the fuck up, I need to make