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Reggie was always the subtler of the twins. With the most delicate of plans he could bring down the most complex and deadly situation. His brother was the complete oppressive, as subtle as a tank, hit them hard and fast was his moto and how he handled any situation, and in his business that was the best kind of attitude but it this case it wasn't. Kitty was not a mob of cut throats, she was a pretty girl. Every night they had her at their table, she didn't seem to shy away like he expected her to. She mingled with his gang and their girlfriends even befriending them, to an extent. For once Reggie was unsure of how to tackle her, she could be talking politics one moment and telling a much too friendly customer to fuck off the next. She was very intriguing.

'We could just take her.' Ronnie said abruptly as he watched his brother play poker over his shoulder.

Without looking up Reggie tossed in another couple of chips into the middle.

'Mum taught us better than that, she hears you talking like that she flip her lid and beat you senseless and I might still' he spoke calmly as he cast a dark glance towards his twin.

'I don't mean that Reg, I wouldn't do that' Ronnie looked down, at his feet, he sound like a lost child. 'I mean we could warn 'em off, make her our girl.'

'She aren't our girl yet'

'Yes she is' Ronnie gritted out.

Reggie looked up, annoyed, his cigarette posed between his fingers as he looked behind him. Kitty was in a sequined dress, laughing with the MPs that occupied the club, wanting to get away from their wives. Dita appeared next to them and the girls clasped hand with each other laughing. Kitty began to walk away when she was pulled back by one of the men, he was old and flabby, his hands wondering down her body cupping her arse as he pulled her small frame to his obtuse frame. Both twins stilled as they watched her push herself free, and viciously stamped on his foot as she scurried away. Ronnie growled and made a b-line for the wounded man, a cold look on his face. Reggie sighed, nodding to two of his men to follow his brother and keep him out of trouble.

The croupier called winner and pushed the winnings towards the gangster.

'Hi Reggie, how are you doing tonight? Where's Ronnie? Up to no good?'

Looking up, Reggie was hit by the stunning figure of Kitty, curvy and voluptuous, held together by a glittery black dress, truly a vision. She smiled gently down him, that painted a soft red and eyes decorated in a smoky black eyeshadow, that seemed to intensify the swirling blue orbs.

'Grand, Ron's just finalising some business' Ronnie spoke nonchalantly, his eyes still racking over her figure

'Kitty Kat you in this round?' The croupier called dealing out the cards.

She sat at the table pushing her back to the side she swung her legs around under the table, from her bag she took a few chips and slung them in the table before peaking under her cards.

'Kitty Kat why do people call you that' Reggie asked, placing his own bet on his own cards.

'For me to know and you never to find out' she replied not looking up from the table.

'Oh I will find out. I always get what I want'Reggie purred, gazing into her eyes.

Out of the corner of Kitty's eyes she saw Maggie making her way over, she was dressed in barely anything, a scooped neck dusty pink cocktail dress with a slit down the side revealing her garter belt. If war chest was exposed should have been completely topless, she looked cheap and slutty, and eyes are set and Reggie.

'I know we do'she purred into his ear as she got up the table just as Maggie reached the table, her long thin arms wrapped around the gangster's neck.

Ronnie watched as she walked away ignoring the blonde nibbling on his ear.

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Sunday afternoon were always the same in their house hold.

Kitty, Ditta and Granny would set the table and one by one the house would fill, Elsa and Eddie of course, then a few of the neighbours and their kids, who played noisily in the back room as the grownups ate and drank. The girls would also be there too, Lois, Joyce and Shirley often came round, more often than not you would find them there. On this practically day, Granny and a few of the oldie sat around the table playing card, while the rest chattered around the fire, about the up and down of the week and any gossip that so happened to be the current new word on the street.

Kitty and the rest of the girls lay on the floor, laughing and flipping through a few of the magazines. Every week Kitty would pick up a few from the corner shop and every month she would buy Vogue or what other fashion magazine she could get and the girls would pick the latest trends to make on their old sewing machines upstairs, or a new hairstyle to try.

Shirley and Kitty where discussing how Kitty should try out Marilyn Monroe look when one of the conversation across the room.

'I heard that your Kitty's been taken too by the Kray's, I hear they are quite taken to her' Agnes winked over to the group of dancers on the floor.

The group by the fire stop hushed their conversation and pivoted round in their seats, not wanting to missing anything. Eddie and Elsa being part of the audience.

'What a load of bull you talk Agnes!' Kitty giggled nervously, turning back to her magazine, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up her neck.

'Well I hear from my Elsa that they have spent every night in you company!' Eddie grinned before picking up the bottle of scotch to top up his drink.

Eddie was a shit stirrer, even if it was lovingly done. The young women unmarried and unattached status was one of the constant source of his teasing. They both knew the powder keg her had ignited, they rest of the night nothing else would be spoken about.

'….I heard that! Else told me in the fish bar that her daughter Ethel, you know the one with the spots, he overheard the Kray's, they were talking about the dancers, and Kitty's name came up more then once' One of Granny's friends added nudging her granny as she spoke.

Kitty shot a look at Elsa and Eddie, Eddie continued to grin but Elsa shrank back, obviously sorry about even mentioning Kray's to her husband.

'Well I wouldn't surprise! Kitty is gorgeous and unmarried! She's gonna be 19 soon! The Kray's are a good catch! I've heard they are very good to their Mother, they got er a new telly the other day…..colour I hear.' Another women cooed.

'They are gangsters!' Dita cried, her foreign accent becoming more prominent in her voice.

'But a very nice class of gangster, when someone broke into our house as soon as the Kray's found out we had our stuff back with the hour' another elderly man joint in.

'That true! They rich and awful good looking!' now Shirley joint in.

Joyce grinned across at Kitty as she joined in 'that is true I think you'd be an idiot to pass it up! I'm sure they would take good care of you'

'their GANGSTERS!' Dita tried again.

'Do we know which one wants her'

'I heard Ronnie…'

'Reggie…'

'Does it matter! Either or both! She would be set!'

'True! If she could handle em'

'yeah she could!'

'Nah they would eat er alive'

'….maybe she could be a mistress.'

'I heard they live in one of the those penthouse things up in town…..classy'

'I could get them to get rid of….'

It was then Granny decided to intervene with her load booming voice 'Well then I suppose you better win them over! Then will get them trained! I'll have you ruling over those boys in no time. I can finally get my electric heater and those coffee machine they have in America…..I can't stand anymore of that instant shit….'

With that Kitty let her head full into the magazine as the whole room burst into more gossip about the Kray twins.

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