Hello! I apologize for not updating my other story, but honestly I can't write the chapter for it for some reason.. So here, have another story! I got the idea from Chicago the film, but it's not going to be like that in any way, I assure you!

This is set in the 1920s, and there will be mentions of : Murder, violence, drugs, sexual content (will keep it T, don't worry.) and perhaps some more things! Thank you!

I do not own anything! Thank you!

All That Jazz

Prologue

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"Come on babe… Why don't we paint the town? And all that Jazz."

Their voices and movements synchronized, as the crowd stood silent watching the triplets. It was one of their regular shows, as the Utonium sisters were now becoming famous all around Chicago. You were considered a nobody if you didn't know about them. With their identical faces, their sleek black hair, and slim figures, they were headed for the top for sure.

"I'm gonna rouge my knees… And roll my stockings down... And all that jazz."

It was no secret that Princess Morbucks was always at their shows. Not only was she the richest man in the city's daughter, she was also a notorious mobster.

Or so they said.

Some figured she had some sort of secret relationship with the sisters, yet no one had any hard evidence.

"Start the car. I know a whoopee spot… Where the gin is cold, but the pianos hot…"

Princess sang along quietly, fanning herself as she got comfortable in her seat. She did have the seat in the house; after all, she was a special guest. "Madam… The JoJo's have arrived. I believe they're looking for you." One of her henchman spoke. She couldn't help but roll her eyes, looking behind her and catching the eye of the eldest mobster. He smirked at her and motioned her to come over. "Disgusting."

"Shoo them away. I don't want to waste my precious time dealing with disgusting scum." She mumbled, turning back to the performance.

"Yes ma'am." He scurried away.

"And all…"

The eldest sister sang, laying down on the piano that was onstage.

"That…"

The middle sister sang next, letting one of the dancers dip her.

"Jazz ~!"

The youngest sang out, letting two men carry her on their shoulders.

Princess smiled as she sang along, still quietly but loud enough for a few of her henchman to hear. They didn't say anything though, knowing if they commented on how bad it was, their lives would end the very next day.

"Mister Brick would like to see you right away, ma'am."

Sighing in defeat, she mumbled a fine and waited for him to show up. Within seconds he walked up to the table and took a seat next to her. "Princess." He called out, smirk already forming on his lips. Princess didn't dare look at him, instead she took another drag from her cigar and let them smoke hit his face.

"Brick."

He grabbed the cigar between her lips and took a drag from it, leaning on his chair and getting as comfortable and he could. "I've got some business with you." She raised a brow, leaning close to him. "What kind of business, Brick?"

"You killed one of my men."

His only response was an exaggerated gasp from the woman. "As if I would ever do something like that! You know me very well, Brick." It was his turn to roll his eyes, "I know you very well Princess, and I know you killed him."

"Oh shush for a bit, they're about to finish their song." She turned back to the performance, singing along once again. Brick only sighed and watched also, then turned his attention back to Princess. "Are those your girls?" "Perhaps.." "They look exactly the same." "Well of course they do! That's part of their whole act. Their hair, their faces, their voices. All the same!"

"They do seem like clone—what the hell!?" Princess managed to sneak off, leaving poor Brick alone with his drink and men. Cursing even more, he got up from his seat and began searching for her.

"Get Boomer and Butch over here. We'll kill her boytoy tonight, got it?"

"Got it."

"No, I'm no one's wife… But, oh, I love my life… And all that Jazz! ~"

"That Jazz!"

"Good work girls!"

The three sisters nodded and went back to changing to their normal clothes. "So did you see Princess talking to that handsome man?" Bubbles spoke, putting her long hair in a neat bun. Buttercup snorted and Blossom just sighed.

"He looked like he was bothering her, if you ask me." Buttercup began, clumsily putting on her long dress. "He looked suspicious…" Blossom added on, removing her makeup as quickly as she could.

"Oh please! He was totally eyeing you." Bubbles giggled, walking around Blossom, "and boy did he look rich!"

Buttercup laughed in response, putting her hair up in a messy ponytail and finally putting on her shoes. "You think every guy is rich, Bubbles. Now shut up and follow me. Don't want any fucking creepy ass guys following us."

"More like following you. Your ass attracts everyone." Blossom retorted, a playful smirk on her lips.

"She got you there BC!"

The sisters continued to argue with each other, not noticing Princess walk in their dressing room and placing their cash on the table. "Hurry up and leave girls. There's a mobster here, and I don't want my best act dying, got that?"

"Yes ma'am." They said in unison, getting their purses and sneaking off with the cash. "Oh! No matter what, if you hear any gunshots, don't you dare fucking look! Just keep walkin'!" Buttercup raised her arm and waved it, signaling that they understood.

"She's so fucking paranoid, damn." She whined loudly, opening the backdoor and checking to see if there was anybody nearby.

"Is it clear?"

"….Yeah. Clear."

Blossom walked ahead of them and began walking, being careful with her steps and checking every side. While they acted as if they didn't care what Princess said, they knew she was only looking out for them. The streets at night weren't exactly the best, especially for three young girls.

They held each other's hands tightly as they made their ways through the alleys. They knew to just look straight ahead and not worry about anybody else. Princess taught them that, and they followed that advice for as long as they will live.

"Don't fucking lie to me. We know you're fucking Princess."

The three halted to a stop, hearing their friend's name. The advice flew out the window as they made their way to the scene, being sure not to be seen at all.

The man from the audience was there, accompanied by a blonde, much younger looking one, and a black haired, tough looking one. The black haired one was holding onto a man, raising his fist, as if he was waiting for an order.

"Now you can just admit you lied to us and get a broken nose, or keep lying and get a bullet through your fucking skull."

The girls peered closer, waiting to see what the man would say.

"I- I swear I'm not lying Brick!"

The blonde man laughed and took out a gun from his pocket, resting it on the man's head. "Whenever you're ready, Brick."

Before he could say anything, a loud no was called out from behind them. Blossom covered Bubble's mouth immediately and pushed her against the brick wall. Hands sweating as she heard footsteps coming closer, and saw Buttercup step in front of them.

"Well, well, well. Look at what we have here, Brick."

"Who is it, Butch?" Brick called out, kicking the man on the face and finally walking up to where Butch was standing.

"Princess' whores. I think she sent them to spy on us, huh?" Butch smirked, grabbing onto Buttercup's arm and pulling her along. She struggled at first, biting him arm and breaking free. "Why you little—"

"Guess we have to teach them a lesson!" Boomer said loudly, standing next to his brothers. "Maybe we can sell them or something!"

"No… No I have a better idea."