He's the muscle. They're playing for blood.They call me Blackjack. Not for the game, but for what I do. Short, black, heavy, and tough – that's me. And when the Ace needs a message delivered, I'm the blunt instrument they send.This time, it's a simple job: retrieve a card. But simple jobs have a way of turning ugly. One minute, I'm cracking skulls and breaking bones, the next, I'm staring at a card that's anything but ordinary. It's a two of spades, plain as day, but it holds a secret that's about to turn this town upside down.They sent me to be the muscle, but I'm about to find out there's more to this game than brute force. There are players moving in the shadows, pulling strings, and they're playing for keeps. And when the dust settles, someone's gonna pay.In a city of neon and broken promises, I'm the knight in tarnished armor, the jack ready to deal out justice. But in this game, even the toughest hand can be beat. And I'm about to find out if I'm holding a winning card, or if I'm just another sucker at the table."The Jack of Clubs" is a hard-hitting noir tale of loyalty, betrayal, and the brutal truth hidden beneath the glitz of Vegas. When the cards are marked, and the stakes are high, even a jack can become a kingmaker... or a dead man walking.