Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

TABITHA

| took a big gulp of the gin and shook my head. "Man, where did you get this from? It's strong as hell!" | 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.

| 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.

| smirked as | dropped the bottle and shuffled my cards. "What's your decision?"

Ron will never learn. He can never defeatin 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 srespect.”

"Of course," | chuckled. "You remember that one that immediately transferred his whole account balance to us?"

| 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.

"How can | forget?" Ron said, his focus finally off the cards. He had accepted his imminent loss as usual.

"That was like the easiest job, man," Sid shook his head. "Dude was so certain that we were legit. Not gonna lie, |

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 remember that man that wanted Tabitha?"

| couldn't stop laughing as | immediately remembered the man's repeated words. | started to chant the words

and they joined me, "I like your ass, Tabit, tellwhat you want, whatever you want | will give it to you..." Jon

shook his head. "It's the careful way with which he spoke that cracksup the most."

"He's 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 that we got from him?"

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

been about him. "He could have hunted us down. He had the power and resources."

| rolled my eyes. "But he didn't. Can we move on to other memories now?"

Ron arched his eyebrows at me. "We're going down memory lanes, huh?"

My eyes widened and | looked down at the game. It was my turn. | dropped my last card and boom! | triumphed

again.

"And that is a win!" | yelled for the second tthat night.

He smirked at me. "You know | just let you win, right?"

Ron and Sid let out a belly laugh. Then Sid said, "You say that all the damn time, man. Aren't you embarrassed?"

| grinned. "Yeah, whatever. I'd prefer you make a transfer."

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

As he transferred the money, the rest of us talked about sof our past clients.

The ones 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 targets.

They were all fun experiences.

Sid shook his head after another bout of laughter. "I don't think sof them know what the word scam means.

Sof them just drop money as they wish."

"Not the broke ones," | said in a sing songy voice. "Either way, it all works in our favor," | added as | reached for

a cigarette and lit it.

Jon scoffed. "True but I'd prefer they were smarter like that dude that almost caught us. Makes my blood pump."

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

all burst into laughter.

Just as | took a slow drag from my cigarette, my phone began to ring in the pocket of my skort.

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

froze in the air when | saw who the caller was.

| frowned down at my phone. "Why is he calling?" | murmured to myself. | glanced at the time. "By this time?"

"Yo, you good?" Ron asked just as

hollered out, "you guys shut the fuck up, | need to make a call." Then

rose from the couch and walked a

fe

feet away.

The room had grown quiet when | picked up the call.

"Hello, sir?"

"Cshowthe way you talked about." His words cout in a slur.

| grinned. "Sir?"

He sounded like he chugged something down his throat then he swallowed. "I'll send you the address, come

over."

"Okay, boss."

And then the line went dead.

| could feel all of their eyes on me.

"Is that the newest target?" Sid asked.

| nodded as | took another drag of the cigarette. | walked over to the table, dropped the cigarette in the plate

and picked up the bottle of gin and took a celebratory gulp.

"So what's the deal about this one?"

| placed the bottle back on the table. "When I get back, I'll fill you guys in." | wiggled my body. "I have to go get

into something sexy."