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The Kray's were quite as they watched Joyce and Kitty bow off the stage. Soon she would be mixing with the night clubbers as normal, Reggie has given strict instruction at the stage door for the dancer to come straight to their table. When Reggie mutter to his brother the event of the bathroom, he was utterly surprised by his twin's reaction, he sat there, sipping on his drink, watching the dancers prance round the stage. His brother had no tact, he was as subtle as a bulldozer, he half expected him to destroy everything in sight but he just sat there, stunned Reggie guessed.

It was common knowledge what that tattoo signified, Death Camps. Most people blamed the prisoner, both twins remembered seeing the skellington like creatures being packed into one of the slums on their street. Their Angel like mother would cooking them soup almost every day, after the war. They would sit in their kitchen sometime helping, that's when they heard the stories, most of them didn't talk about it, but one of them who scarcely looked human then a woman, nattering with their sympatric mother. They both remember that dreaded night, they all sat in the front room when the smoke wafted though the windows. That was the night that the house was destroyed, gutted. Everyone was killed, no one survived, the fire bombs ripped through the house. All because they survived that dread camp.

'Helloooo, gentleman, how is the evening?' Maggie swaggered forward out from nowhere, draping her arm over Reggie's shoulders.

Neither of them spoke, just carried on watching club in front of them, which didn't seem to deter her as she continued to natter on about whatever aimless thing her head.

Suddenly, the pale goddess appeared on the floor, she was talking to one of clubbers, smiling softly as she spoke to her, he was obviously flirting. Tensing in his seat Ronnie grunted to one of his 'colleges', who without a word pushed his way through the crowd till he was directly in front of her. The short mope of hair bounce as she span round, the smile on her face disappearing as a small frown weighed the corner of her mouth down. Ronnie and Reggie looked on silently, as their hired man, tugged hard on the small women's wrist. Fiercely she pushed him away from her, and with fire in her eyes she began to rant toward the stunned man.

'….I don't know why you bother with her she isn't even pretty…I mean I know she has a good body but she just blurrrrrr…. Any way she isn't going to be here anymore…..I heard that when she was talking to Dita….she is leaving for a job as a hostess in that London Gallery…..I mean just…'

'What!' Ronnie roared, standing up so quickly the table scratched back with the force from his body.

As quick as a flash he was across the floor, knocking over anyone in his way. He picked up the plump young dancer and throw her over his shoulder and match to the back of the club, with the seething angry women who kick and slapped under the firm grip of the glasses wearing gangster, followed quickly by his brother.

'I hope the beat that little bitch ass. Gets what she deserved' Maggie muttered, as she smiled evilly, before she turned and dropped herself over the next man she laid eyes on

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'What the fuck?!' Kitty yelp as she was dropped roughly onto a hard leather chair.

Ronnie slammed the door hard making the wall shuddered at the sheer force. Kitty flinched at the noise, it had been her goal to avoid the brothers and sneak home and let sleep cleanse her from this nightmare of a day. She would ever be ashamed of being a victim of those animals, she felt proud of it but there was an over whelming sense of guilt she felt whenever she looked in the mirror. She was quite content to keep it a secret under her bracelets and bangles and she refused to be bullied by whatever the Kray's problem.

'What right done you think you have…!'

'WE HAVE EVERY RIGHT…..!' Ronnie roared, his lisp becoming more pronounced as he spoke. In his rage he ripped a filing cabinet from the wall, sending it flying across the room with a loud splintering sound.

'Ron!' Reggie roared as loud as his brother, pushing his palms into his brother's chest pushing him back from the dancer.

Both gangster growled at each other, rage reverberating through each of their bodies. Ronnie paused in his rage, Kitty was staring at them with her wide doe eyes, her face was completely blank as she stared at them. Her body was completely ridged, shoulders hunched as her eyes followed every movement they made. Both brother stopped and parted from each other, retreated to the other side of the room and lighted a cigarette, taking a smooth drag before they continued.

'We have a right to keep you in our employment….you are ours.'

'What….You mean this isn't about my ummm tattoo, it about me wanting to quit?' She asked slowly.'Well I don't want to work here anymore. Maggie is being a complete bitch and I don't have the effort to deal with her, and quite frankly you two have no power over me what so ever sooo…..' Kitty snapped as she began to sit up.

Immediately she was pushed back down, Ronnie's body hovering over her, pinning her to the back of the chair.

'You aren't going anywhere, our car will pick you up every day and you are gonna dance and sing your pretty little ass off. THEN your gonna wiggle to our table and not leave our sight till we say so.' Ronnie demanded. 'And your not going to have your hair cut.'

Reggie's raised his eyebrows towards his twin as he shrugged childishly. 'What? I like her hair…. Long hair is nice'

Reggie pushed his bottom lip out and nodded his head agreeing with his brother.

Kitty stared in shock between the two, brow furrowed as she looked back and forth.

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