The rule of three can refer to a collection of three words, phrases, sentences, lines, paragraphs/stanzas, chapters/sections of writing and even whole books. The three elements together are known as a triad.

Coco Le Creme, Matcha Mocha, and Bloody Mary were sold off at a young age. Not into the horrible thing that passes into the mind when someone says that three girls were sold off by their father. At the tender ages of 7, 5, and 11, the three girls had been sold to the Devil of Inkwell Isle.

Their father had been as good a man as he could be, grew up in the mob, took over his father's position as a boss, and married a kind woman who turned out to be a demon who escaped from the control of the Devil.

Simple as a man's life could be.

Of course, there were the shootouts and the raids on his territory, plus the added bonus of having three daughters who he could have married off. It was all going well for Bret Bucks and the version of life that he wanted.

Until it wasn't.

But the girls didn't like to think of the situation that got the where they were, pampered girls tailored for jobs at the Devil's casino. 18 years did nothing to dull the pain and each girl had their own way of coping with the deal Bret Bucks made.

21-year-old Matcha Mocha had become the top bouncer in the halls of the Devil's casino, building her body from a young age to be rough and strong. Her small frame had been stacked with muscle and her attitude had been trained to be quiet and stern.

And she was just that.

The youngest on the security staff and the most willing to get her hands dirty when it came to her job. How many times had she been fought against when taking a patron outside so he could pay his cash to the King? She'd broken her handle once when it came down to her and the fist of a patron, his face had not come out so well either.

She didn't have to be worried about by her two older sisters, she was the one who worried about them.

29-year-old Bloody Mary took to business work. When she started working at the sweet age of 16 she started working at the card tables, always the pretty sister of the three daughters of Bret Bucks and the smartest out of the three. The girl always had a taste for work, throwing herself at the card tables and the money-hungry fools who went to the casino.

By the time she turned 18, she had really made a name for herself in the casino.

She was the sister with an iron hand and little to no heart, making all the cutthroat choices that her sisters were too silly or busy to make the tough calls. She always made sure that work was on track, even when no one asked her to.

Of course, there was one thing that she couldn't control-

25-year-old Coco La Creme was the problem sister, a ditzy little thing that was always running around as if someone was about to smash her cup. She wasn't the brains to anyone's brawn or much when it came to keeping the books. 

She was a flighty, chatty little thing, but she had enough of that innocent shimmer that fellas tended to flock around her. Demons wanted to spoil that child-like wonder and she was the kind of soul that folks wanted to protect. And she was the kinda fool to get a big bad of the King's army after her.

And then there was that son of a bitch Wheezy.

Mary could not begin to fathom what her sister saw in the sleazy smoke back of a man and she did not want to either because Satan forbids- No, Mary was not there to judge her sister, well maybe just a little bit but still.

Mary did not like to watch her little sister flounce around in the arms of that big coated idiot who seemed to hardly look at her. Her legs swung and her green eyes shone brightly as if someone had just handed her a big bag of diamonds.

And she was no queen of hearts to deserve it.

"I don't get what she sees in him Mocha- She's like a serpent in church on a Sunday mornin'!!" She yelped to the youngest sister one morning when their sister, once again, missed lunch for a night of sin. 

"She sees what she sees, Mary-" Matcha Mocha sighed back to her, leaning on the coffee table with a bagel in her hands ", We cain't control what or who she does."

"Don't say it like that- You make her sound like a counter fit whore, and that's two pennies more than she's worth."

Matcha rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Don't call her that."

"I'm sorry that the truth hurts, Matcha." The red-haired woman sighed with a flip of her straw and the running of a finger around the top of her cup of coffee.

Matcha Mocha was the kindest of the three sisters. Mary was the one to chew you up and spit you out while Coco would lie to anyone to flatter them into getting what she wanted. But she could not stand to hear her sisters bad-mouthing each other.

She would never tell her sister something she already knew, 'Sorry Mary, Coco skips these brunches cause she doesn't want to hear you bitching about her or lying to her face'. Or 'Sorry Coco, Mary's just how she is and we just gotta live with it.'

Mary would often make a point to go back on a few camera tapes to see what exactly her sister was doing when she was missing brunch. She was disgusted to see that some of those things were of unsavory flavor.

"Still, she's our sista, Mary..." Matcha sighed, taking a bite of her bagel and chewing quietly, a hand covering her mouth as she ate.

"Darling you need to cut back on the carbs-" Mary huffed at Mocha, taking a sip of her drink slowly. She knew how awful she sounded, but what did it matter? Why be known as kind when one could be understood as cutthroat?

Cutthroat was better than Bloody Mary.

It was no good for a man to see a woman as soft or vulnerable as her other sisters. She enjoyed the power and desire it took for her to be the only femme fatal in this joint, it was worth seeing folks sit up straight and stare as if she were a star.

It was downright perfect.

"Really? I just wanted breakfast-" Matcha huffed at her oldest sister.

Mary waved her hand, set down her cup, and stood, brushing off her dress as she did. She did not need to hear her sister's words about her cruelness. All three sisters were used to it. It was a fact of life that the two younger ones had to deal with.

"I must be off, Matcha-" She said, placing a few bills on the table ", Much work to be done and little time to do it."

Matcha nodded and glanced down had her bagel, setting it down on the plate. She did not glance up at Mary, but Mary could have cared less. 

"See yah sis-"