Sorry guys I have been swamps with uni work but I have the Easter break and I only have 3 more assignments so I have a lot more time to write but my updates wont as frequent as the where but don't worry ill update as much as I can.

Somehow Kitty had managed to tame her wild curls into a sleek wave, one part of her hair was separated and pulled across her neck and pined to fall over one shoulder. She was grateful that it just about covered the several large hickeys that covered the middle of her neck. A sly smile crossed her lips and she remember the way Ronnie firm body pinning her to the chair, his rough fingers moving up and down her wrists, holding her firmly down as his lips made their way down her body. The memory made her body purr and whine to do it again, briefly she wondered what it would feel like if Reggie was the who was on top of her, she doubted that it would take very long to find out.

Sex was something every girl did nowadays, the promiscuous society made women have the expectation that they must sleep with any man who gave them the slightest hint of attention. Kitty had seen lots of the dancers turn into what could only be described as glorified escorts. All of the girls in the gang including Kitty refused, but it didn't mean that she didn't like it, her 'experience' were more than successful. She could imagine what it would be like with the Krays, it was a strange arrangement but she was a strange girl.

With a limp she made her way down stairs, she had decided on a full length dress to hide her bandage ankle. It was pretty simple style, she and Shirley had made it a few months before from one that Grace Kelly had worn in New York. The skirt plummet from mid waist to the floor, with a crinkled platted fabric as a top in a deep blue contrasting against the black of the skirt. It wouldn't be as elegant as the dress the other women would wear at the club but it was polished enough without making her stand out too much.

Dita let out a low whistle as she slowly descended the stairs.

'Well Well Well…..you look good enough to eat…..i think I might', the raven haired dancer purred as she languidly bushed up against her body, her hands teasingly trailed down her body.

Kitty gave a hearty laugh as she too wrapped her arms around as they both giggled.

'I take it you're not dancing tonight?'

'No… I have a date with a nice sectary…bit timid….just how I like them.' She winked holding her friend tighter as they giggled.

As the door knocked, both girls were too busy being silly to hear and Eddie muttered under his breath as he dragged himself down the hallway. Behind the door it was revealed the intimidating figure of Ronnie Kray puffing a large cigar, he slowly looked up and scowled at the scene before him, Dita smirked at him as she slyly gave her a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the bum as he gave the gangster a small wave as she dragged a bad tempted Eddie into the back of the house.

Ronnie didn't move just kept his gaze on her, it was torn between shock and annoyance, he was almost pouting which made him look all the more adorable. It would be a lie if she said she didn't feel slightly empowered by the reaction, but all she did was give him a sweet smile as she limped past him. With one hand holding a smoking cigar the other hand slide around her waist and laid flat against her stomach as he all but lifted her down to the car. This was a different, newer car, almost looked brand new, something she would put her money one. It was long and black, and glistened in the poor dim street lights, it looked so strange in the grimy waste of the street. Seeing the car against the grime of the road came with the startling recognition of how much of slum she really lived in, the people in the street where nice but it didn't stop the street looking from something for the days of the war. For a split second she felt an overwhelming anxiety about it, people would just assume that she was another gold digger, a moll or just a whore, but it all disappeared from her mind when she was slide in between the brothers.

She was push thigh to thigh with the brothers, anyone else would be intimidated, caged in between the two hulking gangsters but she wasn't scared. When she first meets them they were overwhelming and a little arrogant, but they had a sweet and caring side she was only just beginning to discover. And it didn't hurt that she was the only one that they seemed to want, she was slightly honoured that they singled her out, didn't mean that she was going to be easy and fawn over them.

'Hi Reggie' she spoke cheerfully. Though she has seen Ronnie, well more than just seen him, but it wasn't the same, Ronnie and Reggie may look alike but they were so different.

'Well hello sweetheart' he gave a crooked smile, before he claimed her lips.

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'Kitty Kat!' Shirley screamed in a brassy cockney accent, across the club.

A warrior cry of screeched across the floor as mass of heels matched across to meet her. All the girls where there, minus Dita. The past weeks she had seen little of them as they had been busy learning the new dances and dealing with the new stages and addiction to the schedule, Joyce had called early that week to complain about the long hours affecting her love life with Phil…and Eric…..and Bertie.

Glancing up at the two gangsters she nearly laughed at the startled expression on their faces and the stampeded of women hurtled towards them. Rolling her eyes, she wobbled forward shrugging off the possessive grip of Reggie, her ankle was still sore but well enough for her to walk on without her looking like a peg legged pirate. The girl where all dressed in matching sequined mini dresses, ready for their number later on she expected.

'We have missed you! It's not the same without you.'

'How the ankle?' Lois asked in a deep country drawl.

'Maggie has been hell! She had all the top billings, she unbearable…..get better and knock her off her high horse' Joyce growled, kitten like.

The excitement finally wore off and a worried glance was shared between them, and Joyce lent forward pressing her lips to Kitty's ear.

'We have something to tell you later. It's important'

Kitty looked up as the other two girls, Lois rang her hand in front of her while Shirley looked worriedly at her. They were just far enough away for the Kray's not to hear them but their eyes where trained on them.

Eyebrows furrowed she opened her mouth to speak but she was cut off by Reggie swooping in and sliding his arms around her waist and firmly gripping her hip, his eyes focusing on the group of girls he spoke.

'Well is you excuse us sweethearts, but this one got a date to get to.'

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Joyce, Shirley and Lois swayed into the dressing room, their movement seemed forced as they walked. They didn't speak, the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Shirley sat at one of the mirrors forceful trying to ignore the glint from the next mirror in the corner of her eye as gliding her power puff against her shinny cheeks. Lois clutched the pillow to her chest as she draw her knees up to her chest as she gazed worriedly at her other two friends, Joyce didn't seem affected by it, but Lois could tell she was. The nonchalant blonde separate herself up the other end of the room, and poured Gin into a dirty glass trying to ignore the overwhelming tension that filled the air. With all the thing happening around here it was hard to tell what to do. First the Krays, then the stage and Kitty ankle, if that had been more serious she would have had to give up dancing, she might have even died.

'Do you think we should tell her, we could just tell the Krays, they will protect her'

'How do we even know it wasn't the Krays who did it, trying to make her depend on them? They are sneaky shits' Shirley snapped at Lois's naïve train of though.

'We don't know they did' the red head snapped back, she was on her feet in a instant, squaring up to the cockney, fire in her eyes.

'GIRLS!' Joyce half yelled, unwilling to draw any unwanted attention of all the busy bodies around there, whose knowing who they would tell.

'We are going to tell Kitty and she can decise what to do' she calmy ordered, pouring another glug of Gin into her cup. 'She has gone though more shit then any of us it her descion. WE just need to make sure we have her back got it? Good! Now shut the fuck up and get ready!' She bite out.

The other two nodded and scurried around the room in an attempt to busy themselves and distinct them from the thoughts that swirled worriedly in her mind. Joyce eyes fell to the floor for a moment her thoughts following along with theirs, the monstrous thoughts of the imagination but part of her felt like it was true. Her eyes lifted again to settle on the mirror. It was hidden behind vases of half dead flowers, glasses and bottles, palates and bags of makeup and dog eared brushes, a carefully constructed wall to hide it. Even with it, it didn't shield the fact that it was there, they all knew it was their and even the knowledge it was there made her gut twist. The glass was impossible to clean up, still small shards glistens on the bench of the table, the various pots of makeup disturbed in the crime stained the top and seeped into the broken creaked in the mirror making the whole thing look more sickening. And written in Kitty's signature burgundy lipstick the word DIE smudged across the broken surface.

She closed her eyes as she gulped down the liquid, hopping it would numb her.

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As she was pulled on to the back room she was lead up the stairs, Ronnie had taken Reggie's place beside her, his arm around her pulling her into his hip as they walked up the stair to his personalised office. She had realised something about her two men, Reggie seem to take possession of her in the public, Ronnie hang back in public, he seemed to be wary of crowds but that didn't stop Reggie. Every opportunity he had she would touch her, a hand on the small of her back, a brushed leg against hers, the brief pause when it came to the swell of her breast on her rear when he held her off with her coat. Ronnie was different, he would wait till he was behind closed doors, then his touch was unmovable.

The office was up at the top the building, Kitty had never been up here, it had a large slit that looked over the nightclub, hidden by the darkness. Room was windowless and a heavy wooden desk, the room was dark and only light by the dotted lamps that scattered the room but even those where useless against the darkness of the room. In front the window there was a table set up, cover in a pristine white cloth, set with three places.

Reggie pulled out the seat between the other two, it gave her a look out towards the club, she could easily make out the dancer on the stage and the gambling, laughing visitors, even being able to make out a few of the regulars. The table was very pretty, silvery servicers where laid against the whiteness of the table, set off with the deep red rose, and the vivid greenery that surrounded it, usually for Kitty, rose where too ostentatious but they seemed to fit the table and she could deny that it was beautiful. She was too busy observing everything to relished both men had sat down and a plate of food had been place in front of her, she only realised when the powerful smell of garlic began to overtake the air.

Reggie filled all three of the glasses up with a dry white wine that one of the French waiter recommended at the restaurant that he had visited all those weeks ago with Frances. She had seemed to like it, the food was ridiculous but it seemed to be what women wanted, past Kitty he saw Ronnie grimace looking down at plates of what he could only describe as sludge. For him he didn't care about his brother's likes or dislikes of the food the evening was all about Kitty, she had become remarkable tolerate of them and indulged them but she would not be so easy and the peculiar arrangement only made things more difficult for them.

Sitting down both men sat down and attacked the dish with as much enthusiasm as they could muster, Ronnie popped a snail into his mother and instance disgust crossed against his face, having gone through this once Reggie knew what to expected as he bit into his own snails. Kitty watched in disguised shock, she would never have thought me the too gangsters would ever eat such French cuisine, but the look on their face she didn't think it was on of pleasure. Upon her travel to Britain the had a long migration from Poland, they spent a long time in France waiting for the opportunity to cross. With the country still trying to recover from the horror it had face, food was scarcest and all food sources had to be taken into consideration, and unfortunately snails became a prime source of their food. If she never saw another dish of this again she would die happy.

With a smile she pushed the poor creatures around her plate.

'Alright?' Ronnie grunted out as he forcibly swallowed part of his meal.

Kitty didn't want to seem ungratefully but she couldn't even force herself to eat my part of it the smell made old memories remerge and honestly she was fine with them staying long forgotten.

'It's fine I just ate way to many of them during the war…..they aren't my favourite'

Immediately Ronnie's mouth dropped as he pointed his fork threating at his twin. 'You said birds like this froggy sort of bollocks…Franc…'

Reggie shot his brother a look, fortunately Kitty hadn't noticed his brothers almost slip. She was too busy giving a shy smile and taking a sip of the chilled white wine, eyes switching between the brother and she watched them fight.

Reggie shrugged his shoulders widely and he shoved his plate away as his brother ranted.

'You made me eat that shit! Do you know what that tasted like….'

Kitty reassurance put her hand on Ronnie upper thigh, as she looked at him with a sweet but sultry smile, which caused him to stop and lose his train of thought as he gazed down into her eyes. Reggie smiled as he looked at the couple, she didn't even know it but she had her brother wrapped around her little finger, he would worship at her feet. When he staggered into their flat as dishevelled, his shirt unbuttoned in places and half pulled out from his trousers, his tie was nowhere to be seen, there was a dopy satisfied smile that caressed his face that made him want to slap it off him. He was beyond jealous as he saw the passionate red marks that he showed with pride. He was very aware that she was going to be a feisty and heated lover and he couldn't wait to see with his own eyes what she was like.

Laughing at the couple he raised his own glass to his lips. 'Ron. Go get some fish and chips I'm sure our girl here is very hungry'

His brother glanced angry at him before he caught the glimmer of mischief in his eyes, Ronnie knew his brother was jealous of his intimacy they had shared, and he knew what he wanted. With a croaked smile he stood and with an impulse he pressed his lips to Kitty's plush set and swept out of the room in a swift breeze.

Kitty startle look up towards the other brother, never before had the other been in the room when something like that happened, a blush rose up her neck and embraced her cheek, which Ronnie's eyes greedily followed. The brunette was unsure of what to say or do, it not one of the many problems she has had to face in her life, what to say when your romantic interest kisses you in front of your other romantic interest who happened to be his twin brother and the one of the most notorious gangster in London. Picking up her glass she walked over to the window kneeling on the sold leather couch as she stared down at Joyce bouncing up and down the stage, she couldn't hear her but she knew what son she was singing but the ranchy men that stood hooting at her from their seat.

'She is a good performer…but not as good as you' Reggie whispers as his arms encircled around her.

His lips where on her neck sucking on her pulse point, she didn't doubt that her was a very skilled and attentive lover, she couldn't stop a moan from escaping from her lips and his suction on her neck got more powerful. His rough callous hand roamed her hips and cupped her bottom lightly as he pressed his front to her back, his hands languidly moving, his fingers teasingly rubbing circles as they moved. She was very glad no one could see them, her hand had searched out a grip in the windowsill trying to keep herself upright and not topple over from her weakening limbs. She was only brought out of her lust filled addled state when his hands began to roam further down and bunch up her dress trying to get under it, her hand immediately stilled his hands as he pushed him harder into her body grinding ever so slightly into her arse. She could feel him, all of him, which didn't help the matters, his lips kissed up her neck and settled on nibbling on her ear lobe, before he spoke in a deep husky tone.

'You don't want me to stop now do you, my goddess?' he spoke as he grinded ever so slightly onto her.

Her mouth opened slightly giving a silent 'O' as he did but she wouldn't be manipulated so easily. In his arms she turned, and his guard instantly slipped as he darkly looked down at her, his chest was moving rapidly. You could barely see any pupil in his eyes as he looked at her, it gave her a sense power that she could do that to such a man it gave her the another sense of boldness. As he moved to kneel over her she struck, his balance was not as steady as it was as he stood and this was her only chance to catch him at a venerability and get the upper hand. With a graceless bang she had pushed her on top of the gangster, he landed in the crock of the plush couch and was powerless with her on top of him. Not that he wanted her to move.

'Your too cocky for your own good' She purred as she griped each of his wrists in her hands.

She was certainly sure that he could get out of her grip without any effort, though she was curvy and had a full figure she was dwarfed by the hulking man, it irritated her that she was only humouring her but she could take what she was given and had a few more trick up her sleeves to regain control over the cocky gangster.

He was just about to speak when she skilful rolled her hips into his and rolled up her lips up and down his neck her soft painting breath gave an unfamiliar and tantalising sensation, she pushed her chest to his, which gave her more leverage against his body. Softly with teeth she pulled them across his skin, her skin poking out occasionally, earning a hot grunt to puff out from his chest. His hips snapped out trying to ear some sort of friction for her but every time she lifted her hips away, earing and growl of frustration from him. She could feel him getting more dissatisfied with her movements as she heard the squeal of the pained stairs. Reggie would never let her get away so easily, but she was a skilful girl. Shifting slightly, she left her mouth fall on his cracked lips which gave an every tingled to the embrace.

With all the passion she could muster she kissed him, her intention to knock the very breath out of him. Teeth gnashed, lips where bitten, and tongue propped each other's mouth. Letting go of his wrists, she boldly tested her hold on him, his arms just lied powerlessly where she held him, his attention only drawn by the dance of their mouths.

As she could tell the other twin was drawing near she acted. With a dancer's quickness she bolted up and across the room out of Reggie's grasps, he was speedier then she thought but she was faster. With a slight pant she planted herself at her seat at the table as Ronnie opened the door tow witness something that made him roar with laughter. Reggie was dishevelled and panting with a growl purring from his chest as he looked at the brunette, looking as if he was ready to pounce.

Ronnie dropped the fish and chips to the table with a soft thud. 'Fish and chips three times. Get it whiles it hot….but by the sight of you I don't think it will get cold anytime soon.' He laughed as he pulled Kitty to him with one arm as he ungraciously unwrapped his food, leaving Reggie to stare murderously at the couple as they ate, his appetite for food had disappeared.

I know it not up to my usual standard but im a bit rusty after a month of doing Literature Essays which I am sorry for.

So What do you think? I would really love feedback on this and what you would like to happen. I roughly know what is going to happen but I'd love to know what you want to happen.

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