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Francis was an infatuation or Kitty was, which was which he wasn't sure. Francis was cute and breath taking but Kitty was stunning and alluring, they both had a sweetness about them that appealed to him, but Ronnie hated Francis, Kitty was the first girl that Ronnie was that attracted to.
Ronnie looked up from his meal to see Francis staring adoringly about him, twirling her fork around her plate. They were in an upscale classy place in town, Francis had wanted to go to it since it had opened up, it served weird Frenchie food, that looked almost inedible but she seem to adore it and he would never deny her anything.
'Are you alright? You seem distracted' Francis asked softly, placing her small hand on his, looking up at his with those brown soulful eyes.
'I'm fine its just this food….what the fuck is it'
She giggled softly 'Its frog's legs…they taste like chicken...'
'Frogs legs is that what I've been fucking eating, no wonder it tastes like crap' Reggie groaned downing the over expensive wine.
'Jesus… you think it's funny?'
Francis giggled as she watched her date, chug his glass of wine and whipped his mouth with the napkin. 'I can't take you anywhere!' she laughed, leaning over to wipe something off his chin but stopped half way. Slowly she leaned over the table never letting her eyes leave his. Reggie loved kissing Francis it felt amazing to touch her soft lips, but when he saw her lips come towards him all he could think about was how thin they looked compared to Kitty's.
Pulling back, Reggie saw the hurt flash across her face. Francis parted her lips but nothing came out, she seemed to wavering with whatever she was gonna say, an awkward silence enveloped the table only to be broken by Charlie, the gangster older brother approaching the table.
'Reg it the Murpy's'
The red head pouted and looked away, 'it's fine, I'll get a taxi home'
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The Murphy's were a particular nasty parasite that had taken up shop above an Irish butcher just outside of London. The filtered over in the last couple of months, and they were becoming a nuisance, they even had the audacity to extort money from some of the shop owner on their turf and that was not okay. Which is why they had arranged for this little meeting in the Green Clover, an Irish pub and local haunt of the Murphy's.
Reggie had his knuckle dusters and Ronnie had his fists. If the Murphy's got up against they wouldn't becoming back again. Ronnie picked up a chair and smashed it into on the screaming Irish maniac, wheedling a switch blade, grabbing the knife from the ground he thrust it into the man knee, earning a blood curdling cry. Reggie was repeatedly smashing some guys head into the bar, almost splintering the wood, the man slipped to the floor in a bloody heap, grabbing his shot of the bar he downed it as he watched his twin smash a guy's in with a chair. The air was filled with heavy breaths and moans of pains, and the occasional grunt and fuck you from Ronnie, suddenly he stopped his manic rampage and looked up at his twin.
'Look what they made me do! Im bleeding on my fucking shirt' he spat out as more blood from his nose dripped on his shirt.
Reggie smiled crookedly as he took another shot and his brother once again began to kick the unconscious man.
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With a swagger both men walked out into the dark of the night, Ronnie holding his nose as they walked. It was only about 9 at night but the streets seemed dead, any of those will good sense were held up inside away from the feuding brothers.
'If I ever see that fucking Irishman again ill kill him his ruined my suit…..i need a drink' Ronnie growled as he headed to the corner shop, the luminous light standing out against the gloominess of the street.
They were just about to open the door when the bell rung, and the door swag open revealing the short and curvy Kitty, a strawberry lace hanging half eater out of her lush lips. Looking up her eyes widen in horror at the sight of the two twins, her slim hands pulled the sweet from her mouth and the other clutched the thing white paper bag in her hands.
'What the hell happened to you two?' the brunette half yelled.
Immediately she was on her tip toes, grabbing the Ronnie's face, examining it under her scrutinising eye. Worry and concern etched itself across her face as she took in Ronnie's bruised and battered features, the blood was so freely gushing that it started to stain her fingers. Both twins stared in shock at her as she worryingly ran her eyes over them, it was very rarely that Reggie had seen his brother been touched without his expressed permission, it was rather eye opening.
Suddenly the moment was broken by a grumbling Ronnie shrugging off her touch, 'Im fine'
'You have glass in your face, your bleeding like a big and you both look like you've been involved in something I don't even want to know about.' She retorted, cocking her hip.
'You don't' they both answered.
In the distance sirens began to blare, Kitty hesitated for a moment as she took in the scene in front of her. She could walk away or….
'Quick come with me!' Kitty spoke, even she was in shock at what she said.
In a flash she crossed the street her sweets still clenched in her hands, 'Well are you coming or do you want to get caught?'
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Reggie was amazed at how fast the small girl was, she shot through the streets like lighting, giving the twins ample time to enjoy the perfect way her short shorts ride up, her shirt bunched up around her waist revealing a sliver of perfect white skin that shone in the moon light as she moved along the pavement. Suddenly she stopped outside an unsuspecting house that melding into the rest of the house in the long row of identical homes that brandished the estate.
'Granny and Dita should still be out….I'll get some water and towel and something to get all that glass out…' quickly she pushed the door and led the two men into the kitchen.
They watched as she buzzed around the kitchen with as much energy as she had when she danced. Cautiously both twins looked as she removed Ronnie's glasses and gently began to remove the glass fragments as Ronnie held the bridge of his nose, trying to stop the bleeding. Reggie busied his self with washing the blood off his face and hands, wrapping a bandage around his grazed knuckles. Once he had fixed the bandage securely he turned his attention back to his brother who sat at the end of the table, by the hallway. Kitty was all but saddling his brother, she was so busy concentrating she hadn't notice his brothers hand settled on her hip.
Suddenly the door rattled as two women wondering through the front door, Reggie recognise one of them a Dita and the other one was an elderly lady about 40, too young to be a grandmother. Ronnie, on hearing the door, pulled Kitty fully onto his lap and his arm closed around her as he sat up straighter, looking coldly onto to the two unwelcome newcomers. Both women stood shocked in the middle of the hall as they looked into the scene in the kitchen.
'So this is why you didn't want to go to bingo' Dita's thick accent broke the silence.
'Ummm…it not …not' Kitty stammer and she tried to pull herself away from the vice like grip of Ronnie Kray to no anvil.
'Well we will leave you three to your fun deary, we will go to Elsa's…..don't do anything I wouldn't do! Remember what I taught you to be a good host!' the elderly women sweet voice filtered through. As she turned around.
Kitty's head fell to Ronnie's neck as she let out a pained groan, behind her Reggie lit a cigarette chuckling as he did so.
'Ohhhh and ask if they want to come to Sunday Dinner, see you later!' Granny cooed as she left.
'And Kitty the Johnies are in my bag if you need them! There is a whole box there! If they are any good!' With that Dita slammed the door, leaving behind the mortified Kitty.
Sitting up she collected herself and she pulled herself off the gangster, a heavily blush caressing her cheek and throat, disappearing down her chest.
'Well I think that is most of it….I'll get you some Scotch or something…' with that she disapeear into the front room as fast as her leg would take her.
Kitty had never been so mortified, Granny and Dita thought god knows what and not only had it been with her boss but also her the Kray's, and no doubt this would be all down the street. Grabbing the bottle of vodka from the tray and from her pocket she grabbed another lace and place one end into her mouth.
'Can I have a nibble' the deep east end accent filled the darkness.
Turning round stood Reggie Kray, looking at her with though deep intense eyes, his face still bloody in patches. Hesitantly she walked forward till she was chest to chest with the gangster, well chest to stomach. She held the bag up to him expectantly, but instead he took the end of the lace sticking out of her mouth. His lips enveloped hers as he bit the sweet strawberry candy, it was only brief but it was still long enough for his hands to sneak around her waist.
'Ummm wow'
'I tend to have that effect on women' Reggie smirked down on the curvy women.
'You could have had your own'
'No I like sharing yours'
'You think your smooth don't you?'
'Very smooth and don't forget charming…and handsome'
'You know you're really not'
'I think you'll find I am '
'We will see?'
'Am I interrupting something?' Said in a dark voice of the other twin, who still held the bloody towel to his face. 'I need a drink'
'Nope! Ronnie just asked for a strawberry lace' she said popping a lace halfway into her mouth 'Want one?' Kitty smiled wide as held her bag of sweet out as she slid past the hulky gangster as she escaped backed into the kitchen.
'He does not want one!' Reggie shouted as they went back into the kitchen.
SO? What do people think? Let me know if you liked it?
Im thinking for the next chapter some Maggie vs Kitty maybe a bit of Francis interaction?
Is there anything you guys wanna see? More Reggie? More Ronnie? Jealousy? Drama?
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