It hurt her to admit it Reggie's bed was the best bed she had ever slept on, during the war it was all stale mattresses and cold floors, even her bed at home was worn and lump, this was heaven, firm yet soft. She clambers in the bed, still dressed and bundled up underneath the soft duvet, listening to the two brothers clambering around outside her room, or Reggie room more to fact. She could see them move too and thro in the light under the door, and hush murmurs, years of dodging noisy policemen but it infuriate her, she just wanted to know what was going on, she didn't like to be cornered, she spent too much of her life being trapped. Maybe this relationship thing, whatever it was, was a bad idea she could just leave now, but she knew, deep down that she couldn't, the wouldn't let her, she knew that.

She wasn't sure how long she had been lying there, but she heard the shuffling from the room down, and Hall, which she could only guess belongs to the other Kray, willing herself to be still she slowed her breathing, looking under her eyelashes as the dark figure entered the room. Her vision was blurry, but she could see that it was Reggie, but his normal pristine dress was ragged and unkempt as if he had been pulling at it, his tie was loose and hanging crooked the collar flooded in bizarre angles. Her body tensed as she stood beside her, looking down at her with a steely expression, for that moment she really believed he might hurt her, the visions of the war flashed before her eyes. in the ghettos, her and Granny used to sleep with the other displaced Jewish women would sleep in an abandoned hall, occasion the paroling German or Polish soldiers used to wander in, if they stood at the side of you it meant one of three things, a beating, a rape or death, sometimes all three. She held her breath as he leant off her, his hand coming towards her face but instead of grabbing her neck of face it smoothly slide under the pillow pulling out a pair of dark blue silk pyjamas, he kissed her forehead before retreating into his brother's room.

As soon as the door shut Kitty bolted up in the bed, brushing her knuckle over the spot where he had just kissed her, she was still incredibly angry, but there was a tenderness to the action. Tension began to build up and the bridge of her nose and slowly edge behind her eye, it was a dull ache and added to the panic that bubbled from her stomach to her throat, bring her knee's up she rested her head on them and tried to slow her breathing, she was a strong woman but she couldn't help but the shame at the emotions that clung to her.

The clock on the side read 5.37 when she lifted her head again, she was sure she must have dozed off, the dim grey began to fill the room, but it would be some time before morning would arrive. Turning her eyes about the room she noticed that it was incredibly masculine, dark furniture but everything had a most modern edge to it; the lamp was a round white orb, the art was bold lines of vibrate colour set off against the vanilla paint off the walls. Very them. Tip-toeing to the door, she pushed her ear to the door and listened; the silence was the only thing that she could hear, her breath caught in her throat as she carefully opened the door, peeking her peak into the corridor, her brunette curls glistening in the soft light.

There was a telephone in the hallway, but she was cautious about using it, the guard outside might hear her or one of the Krays, on her last visit she had eyed one as the doctor bandaged her foot, the living room had a thick door to making it the better option. Closing the door behind her, she behind for the bright red phone, her digits posed over the dial, hesitantly. Who to call was the question, the police were the logical answer but she doubted calling them would make her life any easier, and the wrath she would receive made her dismiss the idea entirely. Instead, she called the place that she most wanted to be, casting another worried look toward the door as she listened to the soft ring, praying that someone would answer.

'Kitty?' Dita's voice called back over the phone.

'It me! I'm okay' her voice wobbled slightly, thick with emotion.

'It's Kitty, She alright.'

'Where is she?... Did they hurt her?...She fine...They're good boys...Calm down…Stop nudging me! We all want to hear her' as the bombardment of mixed voiced filtered through the receiver.

There was a muffed Scrabble, and an older voice dominates over the many others, 'Kitty….'

'Gran! I'm alright there was just some mix-up! Can you get Elsa to come get me I'm at the Krays penthouse….'

'I know, the girls told me everything and that nice boy….Jack was it came to get some of your things, I packed your makeup and your night dress…'

'I want to come home!' she exclaimed a little too loudly.

'Listen here girl! Till this mess is sorted out, you will stay there, the safest place for you. It is better to with the strongest group, it's for the best….' Grans stated in a hard voice.

'So where the Nazi's and their SS but we didn't side with them' Kitty bit out before slamming the receiver down.

Sometimes Gran seemed to be the only one that thought the effects of the war, she had a hard cold outlook on the world which concealed her otherwise warm hard, she was world-weary, and it gave her a pessimistic view, she still sort protect and contacts everywhere, she had gotten better over the years but in situations like this it brought out her 'Survival instincts'. Kitty loved her, and she owed her so much, but she could help but be angry at her and her lack of empathy.

'I thought it was too early for the boys to be up' a voice called from an open door.'

Turning around she was greeted by the body of Charlie Kray, the twins older brother, he was perhaps a little shorter than them but built just as strong as was no less handsome than them. She had very little contact with him, the occasional conversation and laugh and the smile across the dance floor.

'Who did you call' he asked with unmoving eyes.

'Just home.'

There was a tense silence that hung between them as both of them eyed each other wearily, he muttered something under his breath that sound like 'those stupid idiots', shoving his hands in his pockets his eyes drifted to the hatchway of the kitchen.

'Hungry? Let's sort his shit out over a bacon sandwich?'

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Charlie was quite the domestic it would appear, he glided skillfully over the tiled floor, he dropped the reasons onto the pan with a sizzle before he stilled, hands still poised over the stove, his eye fixing on hers.

'You don't do the whole pork thing do you?' he eyed her as she sat facing him at the small kitchen table.

'Not really but whatever will be fine' she genuinely smiled at his concern, she was sure no one would mind her eating it under the given circumstances, she didn't even care that

Shrugging his shoulder, he turned back to the pan adding more bacon and touching them lightly with the spatula as the spat and the meat browned and crisped, the thick slabs of bread already waiting.

'So I guess you want to go home?' the question didn't even need an answer as the dancer gave him a pointed look with folded arms.

'They will never let you go till they caught this little shit who is doing all this, let do this logically, got any ideas' he asked as he dumped a thick doorstep bacon sarnie in front of her.

Taking a bite from the soft white bread, moaning lowly as she chewed the salty, gritty bacon, 'Charlie you are my favourite Kray, she allowed herself a moment to savour the taste before she placed the sandwich back on the plate as she looked at the gangster.

'Don't let the boys hear that they will duff me up if they find I'm trying to lure you with my famous bacon sarnies' he laughed heavily in a good-hearted nature before the seriousness of the situation began to twitch down the corner of his mouth. 'so….got any ideas?'

'Do you know how many perverts try and catch our attention every night? This type of thing happens all the time.

'I don't call someone unscrewing the nuts of the lights lose, nothin', you sure there ain't anyone else.'

Sighing she fell back into the chair 'no more than usual before Reggie and Ronnie brought the club there was this one guy, he turned up in our dressing from with flower, they had to drag him out yelling and kicking, but he hasn't been back in months. The rest are just the usual louts'

'What about enemies? Like from the old country or

'Everyone from home is dead, no one survived…'a glassy eye expression crossed over her eyes, her eye darted back to Charlie, and she gave him a small smile, the corner of her lips twitched at him. 'I suppose it could be one of the girls at the club…..no even Maggie wouldn't do this, and she is a vindictive bitch…..there is no one' she shrugged her shoulders, groaning as the tight muscles ached as she moved them.

'You need to work out? Finish up, and I'll take you to the club you can work out there and practice some of your stuff.' Charlie gruffed as he took a cigarette out placing it on his lips.

The was a look that crosses past her face, and he felt like he needs to nip it in the bud if he lost her his brothers would ring his neck, and properly lock her up in this flat, which would do well for any of them. His younger brothers had a thing or two when it came to ladies, not the usual whore the hung around with, she needed to be treated right but she in turn needed to understand that she was with Ronnie and Reggie Kray she would have to go along with the dynamic duo gangsters, the where possessive brutes but kind at heart. He didn't care about his brother's sexuality or them sharing a girl, they liked her, and she liked them, they need to come to an understanding and have a good fuck, the sexual tension was getting worse and worse, he feared in would get to the point that they would go at it on the floor of the club in the middle of the showcase.