JOKER'S POV

"Who was that chick?"

"Yeah, why'd we drive her home and not kick her out?"

I took a deep, deep breath and turned around to face the goons, who thought I could not hear them whispering. "Don't concern yourself with things that aren't any of your business. We will wait here for a while, but I need three of you to get out of the van right now."

Three of them, after looking reluctantly at each other for some time, opened the doors and scattered onto the street, running in all different directions.

I turned to the others that were left with me. "I'm going to wait for the right moment and then you're all going to do what I say without question," I explained and then looked at the driver, who was also the I.T guy. "Give me something that taps into all those cameras and mics right now."

He reached around in the glove compartment and pulled out a screen. He fidgeted with it for a while and then handed it to me. I saw the sister glued to the TV and that was fine, but I couldn't find her. After checking every camera I realised she was in the bathroom.

As soon as I heard the faint sound of the sound of running water, I knew she was having a shower; I knew it was time to go. "It's time-uh," I told them, jumping out of the van and I walked right up the steps to her door.

This time, we were gonna use the front door.

I stepped aside, but no one did anything. "Well be polite and open the door, boys—quietly."

One clown stepped forward and kneeled down, picking the locks—five seconds on each of the three and then he swung the door open and let me through. The sister saw us immediately and screamed for one second before one of my guys came up and knocked her out.

"Leave her on the couch for the moment-uh," I ordered and could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

I was even more excited than the other night as I walked around her house with the clowns behind me. It wasn't time to stop and smell the roses, it was time to act.

"No one is to make a single noise-uh, got that?" I looked over my shoulder and they gave a nod. They were scared dogs, and scared dogs were obedient dogs.

I motioned two men to stand out of sight on either side of the en suite's door while I, being in her bedroom, grabbed her suitcase and began filling it with clothes from her closet and drawers. It didn't hold much, but I knew that, so I brought some bags of my own to fill. Once all the clothes were in the bags, I took her photo album, most of her books and movies and I went to the kitchen and got three bottles; one red wine, one white wine and the other champagne.

I didn't have time to raid anything else. I heard the water stop and I knew this was it and I got back to her bedroom as quickly as possible. The six clowns I left there were waiting around, silent as ever and I sat down on the edge of the bed, directly opposite the door. I played charades with the clowns by the door, giving them the idea of what I wanted them to do, which thankfully they were smart enough to get.

The wait was excruciating. For the first time in my life, I thought I was going to throw-up from nerves! I could just make out her swishing the towel around, drying herself and then she sighed and opened the door…

BETH'S POV

After my shower, I put on my boxers and singlet and walked out drying my hair with the towel. As soon as I opened the door and naturally took two steps out, my towel dropped as my eyes locked onto a painted face.

Just as I jumped from the shock of the face, I was grabbed by my arms from behind. I struggled against whoever was holding me, but it was no use.

"Get away from me!" I screamed at him and I started hyperventilating, so when he came walking calmly up to me with a cloth and pressed it against my nose and mouth, I couldn't help but breathe in the chemical he had on it.

My eyes started closing and I stopped struggling. The last thing I saw was that painted face smiling…

JOKER'S POV

She looked right into my eyes and I did the same to her. She was so scared and that made me smile, especially when her breathing was so erratic and she couldn't stop herself breathing in the Chloroform.

"What do we do with her now, Boss," one of the clowns holding her asked.

"Put her on the bed for now. Gently, boys," I instructed and they did as they were told. "Now, you—get a bag and get some stuff from the bathroom for her," I said and he nodded and went to work. "Three of you, get the other bags and the other girl and put them in the car then wait." They did that too.

I looked down at Beth and knew it would be cold outside, so I looked around and saw a black sweater on the bed. I got the sweater around her neck and her arms through it, but had to lift her for it to be properly on.

I looked her over again for a moment before leaning over her. "Hello, Beth," I whispered, moving her wet hair from her forehead and watching her slightly parted lips…so beautiful.

"Ready, Boss," the clown from the en suite said and I stopped leaning.

"Good. You two," I commanded, talking to the leftover clowns, "are going to carry her downstairswithout dropping her and then you," back to the toiletries clown, "are going to close the door after us. Now, let's move-uh."

Driving back to 'my place', as I looked at Beth (who had her head resting on my shoulder) sitting beside me, it got me thinking. I was thinking that this was hardly the most eventful night of my life so far, but it was genuinely the most fun.