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Im sorry for the length of the chaper but I wanted to give you something, sorry it not more but I am really struggling with one of my assignment, I swear postmodern theory was just created to hurt my brain. Im sorry that I won't be able to

Reggie was not used to seeing his brother so openly emotion. The only feeling he had seen him display was anger and mania, so to see him act so tender was quite shocking. Kitty was nestled up against him as they sat on their couch, she was still in shock despite her protest that she was fine. Ronnie was not used to being touched or giving comfort but his undivided attention was on the injured dancer, but he brushed a stray curl away from her eyes, bring her back to reality

'Ronnie…Reggie I'm honestly fine' Kitty whined as she pushed herself up and away from Ronnie and into a sitting positioned as she looked around the grand apartment.

It wasn't what she expected. It had every piece of modern technology, television, radio, fridge and coffee machines, it was decorated with pictures and modern furniture, it looked like something that should belong in a famous actor's house not a gangster's. Everything was clean and tidy, not the bachelors mess she would have envisioned, the walls where panted with a delicate pastel shade, everything matched and was perfectly balanced. Both men were always immaculately dressed but wearing a suit that was fashionable was one thing but having a flat was well decorated was a totally different thing.

Looking down at her both men said nothing, a hard look set deep on their faces. Complaining would be no use to her, she was stubborn but they were a completely different, they were almost unmovable.

Ronnie was now standing at the side of his brother, checking his watch before looking back to the brunette as she shifted painfully trying to move her tender foot into a more comfortable position. Both men looked critically down at her taking in every feature and every inch of her body. What she wore left nothing to the imagination, it was a bright blue pair of hot pants and a long sleeved top that clung to her like a second skin. Her ankle strapped heels had been removed at their office, and a twisted purple and brown stained her skin, it looked so vibrated against the paleness of her skin. Since they had procured the club all those weeks ago they had to make do with observing her from afar with brief glimpse of the clawed kitty up close. She had a voluptuous figure, tiny waist and large teasing hips and a more than ample bust. She wasn't a hourglass figure that all women craved but a pear shape but it work she was a piece of art but that was nothing compared to her face. Soft pink lip, her bottom lip was larger than the top which gave her a more than playful pout, striking deep blue eyes framed by a think set of eyelashes, her nose was a little too big for her face but gave her the classic Greek profile. All of this was set off her a think mop of hair, a rich shade of chestnut that it was almost black, that cast her an unearthly look that was almost unsettling. Everything about her wasn't perfect but work. But the event of the night tainted her features, deep red scratches covered her and ugly bruises and a small patch of blood had begun to pool around her outer thigh.

Without taking her eyes off her, Reggie spoke. 'Ron, why don't you get her something to eat?'

'Right Reg' he mumbled, 'I can make you a nice fry up…with some nice black pudding and egg!' he looked down at the girl questioningly.

Reggie rolled his eye at his brother and was about to speak when he was cut off by Kitty, 'that would be lovely Ronnie, thank you' she smiled sweetly at him, which seem to fuel him, as he smiled brightly and energetically went off in the direction of the kitchen.

Ronnie grabbed the tin from the sideboard and took the spot that Ronnie had not moments before occupied. Unrolling the bandage and dipping the cotton in the alcohol as he tended to the deep gash on the side of her thigh. He was surprised that she didn't flinched away or put up some fight but she sat relaxed against the plush sofa, watching. Her breathe hitched as the alcohol stung against her flesh, Reggie immediately put his hand on her inner thigh, not just to steady her but to sooth her as she rubbed calming circles in her soft flesh.

'You know your good for Ronnie, his a lotta…calm around you' Reggie stated looking up into the gazing beauty. 'I mean his still a walking maniac but not as bad'

'His gay' she simple put it, raising her eyebrow.

'He likes boy…he like girls….so' Reggie countered.

'Wont that make you jealous' she teased slightly.

Chuckerling softly, he moved his hand up to the top of her thigh as he moved closer to her, pushing flat against the seat. She didn't move but her eyes followed his ever movement, slowly he leaned in and their lips touched softly. It was a small kiss and it wasn't earth moving but it felt…warm. Slowly Reggie's lips moved against her, she wasn't sure how to describe it, it felt nice, blood rushed to the surface of her skin as she felt a tingle run through her. On there own accored her lift dance slowly along with his, enjoying the roughness of his tough lips under her soft ones.

But as soon as she felt herself loss herself within the kiss he pulled back causing a pained groan to fall from her lips.

'Who say he get to keep you to himself'

Pushing softly on the muscular chest, Reggie begrudgingly moved from his position on top of her.

'Look I'm grateful you saved my life but don't you dare think that gives you the right….' Kitty muttered angrily before Reggie captured her lip once again in a searing but all too short kiss. This was better then the first it was full of passion and heat as he pressed the whole length of her body against hers, mindful of her injury.

'You would be both of ours, we would protect and worship you. Im talking about that French thing …Menni Atou.'

'Wha….Menni….ohhhh Menage a trois' she laughed softly at his poor pronunciation of English before stiffened slightly. Both looked at each other in silence before she spoke again, 'That very liberal of you'

Ronnie laughed at her as he ran his callous fingers over her smooth skin, looking adoringly at her. 'What can I say….we are both the same person…and we have been captivated by you.'

'I…i.' Kitty stammered as she looked into his grey eyes.

'WHERE is my patient…come on out the way let the dog see the rabbit.' The doctor barged impatiently with his Gladstone bag.

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Ronnie and Reggie huddled in the hall way as the doctor saw to Kitty. They both looked cautiously to the door as the heard a soft yelp come from the other side of the door, Charlie leaned against the wall coolly smoking a cigarette, waiting for his younger brother to speak.

'Well…'

'Jack closed the club and Frankie it sorting the stage out…..his sure… the lights was fixed….'

Ronnie and Reggie cast a look at each other before the cast a steely look at the door.

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