All In

Eight

Jokers POV

Four days ago

Loud music pounded all around me. The heat from all the dancing people below me was rising, and I could feel small drops of sweat running down my spine. I unbuttoned the two first buttons on my white shirt and glanced over at my man standing next to me. They must be dying in their black jackets, but sorry, not sorry, the dress code it's important.

"What Is taking so long?" I checked the watch on my right hand and growled to nowhere. "He has five minutes; otherwise, there will be a funeral soon." Sometimes I wish I don't have to work with people because they are so useless, and every time I want to have something done according to my plan, I have to do it by myself, and that's just embarrassing.

I spotted a figure coming to the VIP section, and I sighed with relief. It would be really hard to find someone new to do this gig for me, so I am really glad that I don't have to kill this guy. I narrowed my eyes at him as he took his seat in front of me and drank his whiskey from earlier.

"So." He started and looked at me with a sign of courage In his eyes.

"Just tell me your marvelous plan already, Rivera. I hope you are not going to disappoint me." He nodded quickly and clapped his hands together.

"As I said earlier, it's a big event, a lot of rich people from Gotham, a lot of money, and that means a perfect opportunity for a heist." He rubbed his hands together and continued, with a smirk," We have a great plan, but first, we need to get in, of course, and the most important thing, in that plan is that we need our own personal croupier for that." I leaned my head to the side and narrowed my eyes. Interesting.

"I found a great one. He is one of the best ones in Gotham." As he spoke, another figure entered the VIP section. It was a tall man, in a suit, with a serious face and strong jaw.

I immediately disliked him.

"He knows all terms of the agreement, so we only need your permission." I grinned at him and stood up to face this alpha dog. I scanned his face with a broad smile, but he didn't flinch at all. Usually, Frost or I are the only ones who choose people for our heists. This was the first time I had led somebody else to do it, and I was uncomfortable with that.

Although Rivera is one of the best guys I have, many problems are following this idiot. He is making me good money, however.

"What is your name, big guy?" I said with a strong voice, but he still didn't move.

"Simon, your majesty." A little sympathy flashed in my eyes at his words, but I still had doubts. Rivera stood up as he felt my hesitation.

"He is a good one, boss. He is reliable, discrete, secure, and he is really precise in his work." I start walking around him, checking his body posture. What is it that I don't like about him?

"Precise, aren't you," I whispered to his ear, but he didn't shiver.

"Yes, sir. I will do anything you need me to." I leaned back because of the laugh that scratched out of my lungs. Funny guy.

"I doubt that." Rivera pressed his lips together because of the frustration that he felt. I glanced over at Frost, my right hand, who stood behind me without moving.

"Do we know this guy, Frosty? I can't get over that feeling that we met somewhere."

"I don't think so, boss." He said immediately, and I started walking around again. The uncertainty flooded me, and I bit my bottom lip, closed my eyes to remember where I knew that dude from, and then it hit me.