Hi Guys! Glad that you all seem to be liking this story.

Quick answer for Right- brainer- I forgot to tag this in my last chapter. There will be a love triangle, and one of them will get her in the end. (not sure which yet). But she will always belong to the other twin even if it isn't in the same way. They are both the same person in a way and they will all have some sort of connection.

Days like this days Kitty wanted the world to swallow her, waiting way too early in the morning from the not so pleasant dream she was presented with the family noisily banging around the kitchen as they have in breakfast not so subtly prodding for answers. Refusing to acknowledge them she about her daily routine trying to ignore the several hundred glances she received as she walks through the neighbourhood, some were on the hateful others were jealous but you simply have to shrug them off.

Even though she went to bed soon as the Kray's left she had a relatively restless night memories of past lives wanted her dreams unwilling to let her rest. She felt as if she was carrying a weight lead with her, ready to break her back, her head felt heavy and stuffy and a soft pain behind her eyes and the bridge of her nose.

Granny and Dita shared a worried look as they dished the breakfast across the various plates. Sometimes the nightmares would come back as they did with all of them but Kitty was affected more than most she never let it show except for when the brief cracks appeared in her mask. The whole subject of the Kray's seemed to disappear and the cautious small chat began to be exchanged across the table in a mixture of Dutch and Polish.

Both Dita and Elsa could speak Polish and understand Dutch for the most part while Eddie could only understand the basic elements of Danish. Both Granny and Kitty spoke both, as well as any native speaker as well as several other languages that they had picked up during the war. None of them spoke anything but English outside the house but now and then they would practice their old tongue within the confines of each other's houses. Out of all of them only Dita had the strongest accent but this was discounted aspect of her foreign beauty and never cause too much trouble in East London. Sometimes else's Polish accent would sneak through her English disguise but nothing anyone could ever put their finger on. It wasn't that they were ashamed of being foreign but being foreign in the East End often lead to isolation and segregation within the groups, but it was no secret that they were displaced during treatment was very careful when it came to their origins out of and enforced sense of secrecy that kept them alive during these dark days.

'What is everyone doing today?' Elsa asked in Danish more for the benefit of her husband as she knew that he could not understand Polish as the women did.

'Mij en Kitty moet in het werk vroeg om te gaan door middel van nieuwe stappen' Dita replied, casting a look toward her vacant friend. ( Me and kitty have to go into work early to practice new steps)

'Ik verwacht dat Ronnie en Reggie zal er zijn. Ik weet zeker dat zal je humeur Kitty Kat tillen, vooral van wat ik hoorde gisteravond' Eddie nudge the uninterested Kitty till a blush rose across her face, as he spoke in broken dutch. (I expect Ronnie and Reggie will be there. I'm sure that will lift your mood Kitty Kat, especially from what i heard last night)

Suddenly the life seem to burst back into her eyes as she glared half-heartedly across the worn kitchen table, 'Jakie kłamstwa czy rozprzestrzenia!' she squalled in Polish in (What lies have you been spreading!)

'Nie leży mały kotek! Prawda! Widziałem na własne oczy! Ci obarczając ten piękny silne ciało tego Kray. który z nich było? Ronnie i Reggie?) Granny as she began to clean up the breakfast things (No lies little kitten! Truth! I saw with my own eyes! you saddling that nice strong body of that kray. which one was it? Ronnie or reggie?)

'To nie było tak! byłem czyszczenia szkła od jego twarzy.' (It wasnt like that! i was cleaning the glass from his face.)

'Czy miał żadnych szybę w jego spodniach wtedy?' Elsa purred. (Did he have any glass in his trousers then?)

'Elsa!'

'For god sake women stop talking in Polish! You know I can't understand a word your saying! I want to getting on this gossip.' Eddie busted out.

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With spirits lifted all three girls made their way into work, also busies herself behind the bar while Dita and Kitty set the stage watching the other girls twist and glide around the glossy wooden panelled flooring. Lois, Shirley and Joyce singing a trio, shaking their shoulders to the beat, it was a new item on the itinerary that the Kray's had demanded when they first took over the club. On the other side of the crowd of dancers Maggie eyed the unmissable figure of Kitty and Dita, narrowing her eyes she nudged the rest of click as she sneered in the direction. It was no secret that Kitty or Dita with the main opposition for the bottled blonde and there was no intense rivalry between them, on Maggie's part for the most. Flicking her long hair behind she swayed towards them as elegant as possible for anyone watching.

'Well well well if it is Kitty Kat. I heard you spent a busy night, I'm surprised you can even get out of bed. But then again your family it must be skilled, with your little granny being a whore and all. Why do you even call the granny is a kink thing' Maggie giggled obnoxiously, followed two by the rest of her little gang.

Dita measures herself at the tall blonde staring her dead in the eyes, 'what did you just say, bitch?'

'You heard me. Your all whores to see any reason the Kray's are interested in you. Did you take them one at a time or both?'

Kitty sighed and rolled her eyes, she ached too much to get into petty fights with Maggie especially over men. If Kitty said she didn't care what people thought about her she would be lying but then again she had been through too much shit care what a pathetic little golddigger thought about her. Maggie's little dramatic confrontation is just a reinforcement of the fact she had nothing else to tackle it apart from the fact that Granny used to be a prostitute before the break out of the war when she was a young woman. This was common knowledge to the rest of London, Granny used to live in one of the slums before she was taken upon to be a mistress to a rich which Dutch Jewish jeweller and was taken away abroad only to return after the war with two young girls trailing behind her and several other people after being displaced.

'You got nothing to say Kitty Kat? Not denying you're a whore?' The shrill Cockney accent coming through in Maggie's voice, as she inched closer and closer to the pale skinned dancer.

Kitty didn't even flinch when she felt the hot breath from Maggie hit her skin making it crawl, as the child had been so engrossed into her never to flinch only the muscle when she was confronted with someone as the German soldiers often did. Blankly, Kitty's blue eyes stared into Maggie's green, she was unwilling to give them the Maggie's cheap shots, she was brought up to choose her fights and this was one that she wouldn't choose. She could easily take her but not here and not now, but it seemed it was inevitable, had been building up for months now I seem to reach its boiling point.

The dancing on stage had stopped as all of the dancers and singers looked on at the feuding trio. Dita smirked Kitty straightens herself up squaring her shoulders towards the stupid blonde. They all stood tall wearing heels and dancing leggings and tops. For most women if this turn into a fight it would be a clumsy display, toppling over in the heels before they could even hurt each other, but they were professional dancers who could draw the most brutal pain still dance and smile without giving the audience glimmer of suffering. But for them it would be as easy as it was for the noble boxers in the ring, there are slim and plump bodies were just as strong as the male fighters if not stronger and fiercer. Maggie's focus seems to be Kitty, perhaps she fought her unwillingness to fight was in fact thought that she may be equipped to win. Without provocation Maggie lashed out, grabbing Kitty's left wrist, immediately she froze, that was the wrist that held the deepest secret, the skin under her cuffed bracelets always burnt to remind her. Before kitty could retaliate a voice broke through the tents moment.

'Oi what's all this?' The east and accent boomed across the club.

Ronnie Kray, is larger than a tank came bounding in, his eyes focused on the two women. Reggie Kray was behind him moving slower taking in the scene in front of, his eyes pause momentarily on Kitty's and they were almost unreadable before they fell upon Maggie who immediately get let go of Kitty's wrist and pushed herself away from Dita.

'Oh nothing we just rehearsing.' She said in a sickly sweet voice as she put her hands on her hips as she thrust her chest forward.

There was an awkward silence that fell upon the brain, no sure what they are how to act all eyes were on the two women and two men. Kitty was first to act she smiled tightly and turned back to the stage and walked onto the pianist chatted to him softly her hand gripping her left wrist as if she was in pain. Slowly and carefully the room went back to its normal bustle and chirpy chatter filled the club. Maggie began to sing her number with her backing group, Dita went off somewhere with Lois, Joyce and Shirley. Reggie cast his brother a look as he went to the bar to follow the girls.

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Kitty splashed her face with the cooling water from the tap it felt a get her skin seems to wake her up. Her wrist hurt. Hastily, she undid the clasp of her chunky bracelet, underneath it was the five digit tattoo that stained her skin. Even looking at it made her feel sick, taking a deep breath she hurriedly closed the clasp splashed water on her face again. The shaky breath she looked up to a under the intense eyes of none other than Reggie Kray, for a few moments did nothing but stare at each other. His rough hands suddenly grabbed her bare shoulders and twisted her around pushing her against the counter with soft thud, his eyes racking over her figure. Softly his hands travelled down from her shoulders to her wrist his eyes never leaving her, they are both hypnotised. As soon as she felt his calloused fingers curled around her wrist gently she immediately flinched back causing Reggie to tighten his grip around her wrist tighter.

Struggling in vain against the gangster flush against the sink having to stand on tiptoe to study herself. A hard look forced her to cease her struggling, not that she could move as a six-foot two muscular body pinned her down. Slowly, he pulled Harris up chest height and the bracelet clumsily fastened slid down her arm revealing the clumsy tattoo.

For a man like Reggie it was always hard to read him at this moment he was an open book. His eyes searched her for something, anything but he came up blank. For a moment she stood in front of him emotionlessly, eyes unfocused. Reggie stepped back slowly and his eyes not leaving her. Quickly she fastened her bracelet, eyes wide and teary, before she scurried out of the room leaving a very confused Kray behind her.

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Next up there is be some Ronnie and Kitty interaction now that Reggies has his turn.