This is going to be a short story.

I just uploaded for fun. Wasn't thinking of making it something major with plot twists and shit, but I was bored, so... there you have it.

Again, English isn't my native language. I reviewed it though, so sorry for the mistakes

Thank you for taking time to read it =]

3'S & 7'S

"The truth hurts so bad, wouldn't you say?
So why tell it?
If ignorance is bliss
Then I'm in heaven now

Keep going over and over again
To never ending places I've never been
No one's catching on, calling my bluff
The Devil made me holier than every man."

He filled up her shot glass with her favorite brand of vodka.

"Rough night?" Stefan, her favorite bartender, asked.

"Rough life" Bonnie said, with a side smile. Greedily swallowing her shot, she places the glass back at the wooden bar "But, I like it rough" she winked at him making him smile back to her.

The Casino's bar was a marvelous place. And as planned, it would probably be the "team's" last night in St. Petersburg, so Bonnie would enjoy it properly. Boys, money, beautiful gowns and another finished job. North Asia was better than Bonnie expected. The Team was in Russia for almost two months and visiting this casino was their best option for fun.

"When will you tell me something about you? Or even better: go out with me for a date?" Stefan's Russian accent always turned Bonnie on. But she couldn't do more than turn that switch off. Bonnie's kind of woman uses everything on her body, but her heart. Or sweet boys hearts. And Stefan's angel face was telling her that it was easy for him to fall in love and therefore hate by not being corresponded. She liked her vodka shots and other drinks too much to let them get ruined by such silliness. Bonnie dating? Not in this life.

"I try to get you drunk every night to see what I can learn about you and It is like I'm giving you water" Stefan couldn't help but notice her perfectly fitted white dress. It was the biggest tease ever. Her dark skin contrasted with the silk white fabric even though it had long sleeves and fell to the floor, not showing much. So classy and sexy. The neckline was not showing her cleavage to compensate her exposed muscular back. One leg was coming out through a vertical cut showing her ripped leg. High heels and hair on a top bun. This few times she has been there, he had to deal with other guys paying drinks and asking him to deliver them to her. Looking at her he could see why.

"Give me a free shot of Dalmore and I'll let you know something about me" Bonnie held her glass with a cute smile waiting for the expensive bottle to approach. He hesitated. After a few quizzical gazes, he poured her the shot, waiting with curiosity. She drank it, making a cute frowning face. Dalmore isn't for the weak. "She drinks like a man" he thought.

Placing the glass back at the bar, she managed to get her upper body bending over the counter top. Then she grabbed his tie pushing him towards her, kissing him deeply for a moment.

He was starstruck. Ending the kiss, she got her feet back on the floor, recomposing herself "There, now you know" she said cleaning the edges of her lips from lipstick "Now you know, I am a hell of a kisser" she said before walking away.

Bonnie did that knowing she would never see him again.

Walking by passing dark green tables, surrounded by high roller millionaires playing all sorts of games and betting piles and piles of chips, she couldn't help but notice that the place was indeed beautiful. Made for people to dress up with elegance and composture. The floor was shinny granite with swirls of red and gold metallic in natural stone. The walls and the ceiling made the ambient luxurious, reflecting on you the richest environment of St Petersburg. There were a big stage with a funny american jazz playing while dancers with big smile and lace corsets danced to it. "How do people still listen to that?" Bonnie thought, feeling trapped in this 'noir' movie.

Elena finally showed up, meeting Bonnie's eyes.

"Thought you wouldn't come out tonight" Bonnie said surprised.

"And lose my luck wave? No way!" Elena was excited; Too many people; looking around trying to choose which table was filled with stupid players. She knew how to read them. All of them. She called her "beating them night" wave of luck, even though it was pure math and body language analysis. "Besides, after yesterday, I think we deserve it…damn, It was still bleeding this morning. Had to put so much makeup over these bruises here" She pointed to her forearm. Bonnie held it and checking the big double scratch that was cover up "And I couldn't leave this country without using this dress" She puts her hands on her hips, posing and smiling. A gorgeous red dress half knee length was Elena's pick for the night. "Anyway, Is Caroline here yet?"

"Yes, she is!" Caroline exclaimed, jumping like a little girl in front of her partners "Got here a while ago. I was upstairs. Oh My God, we look so hot. I wish we could work with this outfits, though I don't think I can stretch much with this dress"

"Ha-ha" Bonnie laughed at her friend's comment "Green suits you really good Care" And it did. Caroline's blonde curls were falling perfectly on her strapless green dress "But I wouldn't know what to protect: you guys or my Marchesa" Bonnie mentioned.

The trio laughed. "Anyways" continued Caroline "I got a phone call early this morning. It's from the Casino's owner. She wants to see us"

"Shit!" Elena exclaimed turning some heads to her "Did they find out about us?" she said, in a lower tone voice.

"Yes and no. I think she heard of what we do? But she wants to talk to us. She said she needs us. I believe it is for another job" Caroline commented." What do you guys think?"

"We can talk to her I guess" Bonnie was looking around, worried "Tell her we can meet in half hour. Text us the place Care. Now we need to spread, guys. See you later" Bonnie walked away. The girls knew that the best was not to be seen together for safety. That's the reason why they were staying in different hotels while traveling for work.

Bonnie went to the ladies' room. She hated when her lipstick wasn't perfect.

Caroline started a conversation with a hot shot blued eye with a very cute and innocent face. Her favorite type.

Elena sat down at a poker table. She loves to read people. Analyze them. And she loved money. The perfect mix for a player.

It was a night for fun. Doing what they do isn't easy. It was bloody and merciless career. But they love it. Even though they didn't have lives or time in their hands to develop one for themselves. No families to care for. No familiar faces, no significant lovers, no place to call home. They made the choice to live like this. No regrets, even though it hurts sometimes. After they crossed the line between good and bad, right and wrong, they stopped caring. They felt like they were soulless. Heartless. That way money came easier. Pain? Only physical. Peace of mind is only for those who minded having it. They couldn't afford that. That were jobs to do and they could execute them perfectly.

This is what they were.

Angel faces with devilish smiles.

"Assassins? The three of you? " Esther Mikaelson, couldn't believe this. The three ladies sitting across her office desk were the ones she called this morning "No way in hell"

"Maybe not in hell, but yes in earth" Elena said flicking her hair. "Sorry, Mrs. Mikaelson, but… Why is it so hard to believe? I don't get it. Is it because we are girls?"

Esther didn't know but subconsciously, she was expecting men. "I expected you to be… older or that the girl that picked up the phone today was only some type of secretary" Esther scorned.

"Secretary?" Caroline gasped. "Really? Because I am a girl? This coming from the owner of this Casino, and correct me if I am wrong, aren't you a woman?"

"All of you look like you just got into college" Esther pointed out. "I mean, why would I trust you with a job like that?"

"For the reason why you think you wouldn't" Bonnie explained "we are suspects. You see, we don't look like what you are looking for and yet we are going to deliver it" Bonnie got up and walked to her desk, bending over it "We hate wasting time Mrs. Mikaelson. Did you call us here because you need someone dead or to check our IDs?"

"We are not teenagers, Mrs. Mikaelson" Elena explained.

"Fine, fine" Esther succumbed after a weird moment of silence "I apologize for my comments. It is hard to believe that all the atrocities I've heard of were committed by such young girls... Anyways" Esther looked at them still not believing her eyes "I believe I don't know your names"

"And you won't" Caroline said

"Excuse me? How am I going to contact you?" Esther was confused

"Call me Hashtag" Caroline answered and the other two girls followed knowing the order of names they would then use this time.

"Star" Bonnie said

"Slash" Elena loved those nicknames, they were so silly. Something that took the seriousness of their jobs. She also liked the wrestler names and the tribe ones too. "Now, the assignment Mrs. Mikaelson"

Esther sighed. Those names were ridiculous. Freaking Americans… "My son. He is in trouble" Esther picked a picture from her desk and handed it to Elena. "He is going to marry tomorrow"

"Oooo, he is hot" Elena noted, passing the picture around.

"Don't tell me you need bridesmaids?" Caroline joked. Esther looked darkly to her. Caroline's smiled died down "Sorry. Please, continue"

"He is going to get married and I don't want it to happen."

"That's nice, I don't remember killing a bride before" Elena was thinking loud.

"I DON'T WANT YOU TO KILL HER" Esther screamed.

"Then why do you want to hire assassins?" Bonnie asked irritated.

Esther hadn't thought of that yet. She was desperate. The wedding was going to be tomorrow. All she wanted was to stop it, in a quiet way. "I mean, I know what you do. But I also heard that you do it with discretion. You are good at keeping everything quiet, out of sight. That's what I need, a way of stopping this madness without fuss"

"Why do you call it madness? I think getting married is crazy too, but that's what normal people do, right?" Caroline couldn't tell anymore what normal life is. The team has been piling bodies and other crazy jobs worldwide for the last 8 years, not sitting around bridal showers with overexcited "woo hoo" girls.

"Yes, it is" Esther continued "But I don't want my precious son to tight the knot with that…that…bitch" Esther find it hard to describe her hate towards her future daughter in law. "He is a good honorable man. She is not the right woman for him"

"I am sure that lots of women feel like this about their son's picks for wife" Elena said "I don't see where we fit in this story. Just tell him the bitch have an STD or a lover"

"Look, Mrs. Mikaelson" Bonnie got up "I shouldn't even tell you this, but here we go: last month, we had to kill, chase, extort, kidnap, seduce, blackmail and torture men in order to recover a special 'something' to our last employee. If we didn't, a world war could have started. It was our hardest job ever, it never lasts that long. You can't even imagine how much blood we had to spill for the last couple of weeks." Bonnie said calmly "What I am trying to say is that…we are a top killer group for a reason. And the reason why we are top is because we don't take silly nor sissy jobs like that. Now, if you excuse us" Bonnie got up and walked towards the door of the luxurious office. Elena followed her.

"I'm sorry" Caroline felt a little compassion for the desperate woman in front of her while placing the son's picture back at the desk.

"Wait!" Esther cried "I am sorry I doubted of you! Please, I need help! Don't go! She is involved with the mob. I don't have anyone else to call for, no one else to help me! I am a mother! A mother who fought for her child, who raised him with love and caution and cannot see my son getting sacrificed like this" She started crying copiously. "They have him captive so he wouldn't give up! He was going to break up with her, but that bratty little bitch and her mob clan don't want a scandal on the only girl of their family"

Bonnie stopped. Not turning around. Caroline looked to Esther and to Elena. Elena frowned and looked at Bonnie, as she turned her face to Esther "How much is in it for us?"

"One million dollars for each one of you" Esther said, raising a little hope.

They kept walking out of the room.

"Wait, five million"

"Sounds better." They went back to their chairs. Extortion was their favorite part of the job. "You see, it's the Russian mob we are going to deal with." Elena smiled. "Also, I am sure your Casino gives you at least a billion per year…roughly" Elena turned her head to Bonnie "If the weeding is tomorrow, we need to start moving as soon as possible"

"So, can I count on you girls?" Esther was smiling under the tears.

"Yes, Mrs. Mikaelson." Caroline said. "Plus you can also consider it a DONE job. We guarantee it. Now…what's the name of the damsel we have to rescue from the dungeon?"

"Kol… My dear son, Kol Mikaelson"

Ok, this story is old as you can see... but I had to make a few changes, só you might as well give it try and read again =]