Hey Everyone! Long time no see! I'm sorry I havent updated but i hope your all still out there and interested in reading on further. Let me know what you think?

The club was dead. It was dimlly lit by the outter lights. There was an errie silence that was occasionally cut by the cough of the sweeping cleaner who has a drooping fag sticking out from the corner of her mouth that glowed intermediary as she moved across the wet floor. Charlie pushed his way through the club, tossing his coat across the table. The destruction done by the little 'accident' has been clean and fixed quickly, a new lighting structure had been put in place of the old one, and the broken stage panels had been replaced, they stood out against the old panels that polish wood had dulled over the years. It looks strange to her, disorientating even, such a small thing make the place look so different.

'Am I still doing my old sets?'

'…Sweetheart, I wouldn't hold out a lot of hope of being up there any time soon….' Charlie muttered as he shifted down on his chair as he opened his newspaper and his eyes shifted from page to page.

'Then what was the point in bringing me here then?' Kitty snapped as she put her hand on her cocked hip, keeping the pressure of her bad ankle.

'Look, sweetheart, you need space before you kill them or they fuck you against the nearest surface, I'm doing you a favour by taking you out, so enough with the snippy tone.' Charlie beamed up with a cocky grin, laughing gruffly as Kitty went a lovely shade of red, whether it was from anger or lust he didn't know, maybe a mixture of both he didn't know, but it was enjoyable nevertheless. But the panicky look on her face returned again, making him kick himself, she had only just calmed down.

'Look….Kitty…I know the boys… they will calm down… when this is sorted. Just go with the flow. If you're clever, you use it to your advantage...'

'…What to fuck my way to the top….whore myself around?' Kitty spat.

'that not what I meant…' Charlie started.

'I know what you meant! You think I should pander to them pawing me. I have lived through a war, through fucking Nazis and their ideas! I will never go through men tell me how I should act, be or do!' Kitty shouted, cringing as she accidentally put pressure on her ankle as began to shift frantically across the stage.

'Kitty I didn't mean that! LISTEN!...' Charlie paused as he washed her flinch as his raised voice. 'Kitty Kat…please, I would never imply that… Ronnie and Reggie care for you… fuck even love you. You slapped Ronnie… I'm pretty sure you have them wrapped around your little finger. Just… Just let them look after you.'

'I can look after myself… I have known them two months… I don't need this shit.'

' Nearly three…Then why don't you fucking look after them… those idiots need someone with a brain. Lower your defences a little; I know you like them… give em a chance. Do it for the three of you.'

Kitty looked towards the older Kray and said nothing. She stood perfectly still as her eye penetrated into Charlie. She liked the Krays, that was true, but she didn't love them. She didn't know them. Yes, they were handsome as hell and their kisses where something out of this world, but she really didn't need this drama. Kitty had a very clear decision to make to leave or stay. One or the other, she did not want this, she wanted her life before the Krays took over, when she was not being kidnapped by gangsters or having a lighting fixture dropped on her. What had her life become? Did she even have a life? She wasn't sure anymore.

'Ya thinking too much girl. Just get to know em.' Charlie shrugged his shoulders. 'Enough with this talking bullshit…makes me feel like a fucking woman.' He grumbled as he turned back to his paper. 'Derek get me the phone….I want to call the bookies.'

The burly man scribbled across the paper, circling the horses he wanted, muttering something silently as he worked out his strategy. Kitty let out a shaky breath and closed her eye for a moment. She felt tired, drained was more the word, she wanted to curl up in her bed at home, with Gran's chicken soup and listen to music playing in the record in the corner of her room. It was the first thing she brought when she came to England; she had started slowly at a small club in Soho, back up singing for the clubs entertainment, working on the tables in the downtime. The money was bad, and the manager was even worse, but it was hers, she had worked her ass off, and she had brought it completely on her own, she had freedom and power, but now, now she didn't know what she had. A shiver ran down her spine, and goose-bump ghosted over her pale skin, and she hugged her self as she looked out onto the empty club, she was lying to herself, she did not have a choice, the Krays would not let her go, she had nowhere to go, Gran did not sound very supportive about the whole situation. The sheer panic she felt was not something she had felt since the war, the cold dread that would surge through her as the Germans would approach her, fight or flight, to run or stay.

Opening her eyes, she took a deep breath and walked further onto the stage and behind a little wooden counter that was shielded by a heavy red velvet curtain. Out of the corner of her eye, she could feel the heavy gaze of Charlie on her. Even if she ran, she wouldn't make it, her ankle would slow her down, and even without that, she was pretty sure Ronnie and Reggie's men would be hidden somewhere just in case. Charlie may be the more reasonable brother, yet he was no fool, and there is no way she would take her out of the flat without having a plan in place if she made a run for it. The music began to filter through the speaker Kitty took her place on her usual spot on the stage and began to sing.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Reggie was definitely the earlier riser out of the twins, Ronnie was sprawled across the double bed, snoring lowly, mouth parted slightly as drool collected on the pillow beneath, one arm curled under his head the other flopped over him, finger digging lightly into his skin. Glancing at the clock, he paused, listening to the sounds in the flat, it was quiet, it made him slightly anxious. The mood she had gone to bed the night before was not the best; he did feel a pang of regret about that, his mother had always taught him and his brother to never go to bed angry but there was nothing he could do, all he wanted to do was wrap her in his arms and take her to bed, but that would only make the situation worse. At the minute she did not like them, not hating them exactly but they were not in her good books, he would change that, he would have her trembling beneath her in no time, he would ruin her for all men, she would never look at another man without picture him or Ronnie.

Stiffly sliding out of bed Ronnie groaned as his bed partner warmth disappeared, stirring him from his slumber, his eyes blurry opened as his twin flipped his lighter to ignite his cigarette.

'What time…' Ronnie slurred.

'Little before 12.' Reggie spoke as he balanced his cigarette between his fingers as he rubbed his hands tiredly over his face. 'We got to sort of the situation with Kitty…she is not gonna be happy.'

'Be okay…she is our girl.' Ronnie slurred as he sat up groggily.

'You got a lot to learn about women…' Reggie peered over his shoulder at his brother as he stood.

Stretching his arms over his head, and cigarette perched upon his lips as he grabbed a dressing gown that was flung over a nearby chair and flung it over his shoulders, shielding his body from view, he didn't think she would appreciate his boxer-clad body after practically kidnapping her off the streets. Yawning, as he shuffled down the hall stopping at his door, knocking softly.

'Kitty… Doll? Are you up? I know yesterday wasn't…good but let's start again. Doll?' Reggie frowned as he was met by silence. 'Doll? Don't give me the fucking silence treatment… Doll?' Reggie growled as the silence. 'Kitty!'

Reggie frowned as there was no answer, not even the slightest movement from behind the door, 'Doll…I am really not in the fucking mood for this' he rumbled as he pulled open the door, revealing an empty but slightly disturbed room.

Peering further in it revealed a completely Kitty devoid room, the bed was rumpled, and he shoes where gone but the window was locked. Whirling around his eyes stalked over his flat, as he let out a roaring growl.

'KITTY!'

First, he looked in the bathroom and then the kitchen, even the airing cupboard, but she had completely disappeared, no trace of her could be found. 'Lennie! Tommy! Get your fucking arse here now! RONNIE!'

'Wha?' Ronnie moaned as he strolled into the living room rubbing his hair out of his face, clad only in his vest and boxers.

'Kitty's gone! TOMMY! LENNIE! Get in here now! Or I swear I'm gonna…'

'Boss?' Two short, burly men flung open the front door; hands tugged into the pockets inside their jackets; curling around the cold steel of their guns, their eyes furiously searching around the room.

'WHERE. THE. FUCK. IS. KITTY?' Reggie spat harshly across the room towards his men.

Both men stood straighter as the crowded the doorway, looking between them, 'Boss…Charlie took her to the club, get her singing and that.'

'WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK! GET THE FUCKING CAR! THAT SHIT HEAD!' Ronnie snarled.

Reggie groaned as his brother tired through the flat before he heads to his room to dress.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Survival was something that Kitty excelled in; she wasn't sure if the decision she was making was necessarily the right one but either way she was going to hell, she might as well enjoy the ride. She balanced the bag in hand trace the lines of her products, a solid rectangle box drawing her attention and she fingers the corners of the ominous box. Kitty had managed to get Charlie to accompany her to the Boots so she could pick up and few things, a bit of makeup and toiletries, she had even managed to grab an outfit from a stall in the market, she had tried to let her pay, but it was a bit problematic when she didn't have her purse and Charlie wouldn't let her even if his life depended on it, he even persuaded her to get a few highend items of makes up, it was only when the woman ran up sale on the register that she realised he had talked her into getting a full set, lipstick, lipliners, blush, foundation, concealer, eye shadow, moistureous, the list went on and on. A few of her items caused Charlie to quirk his eyebrow in her direction, but thankfully he said nothing.

Was she doing the right thing? Maybe? Properly not! Her mind was going a thousand miles a minute she could barely string her thoughts together. Her emotions flitted from one to another, anxious, nervous, frightened, empowered, anger, surprise, they all jumbled there in a huge knot in her stomach. Chewing on her lip was not a good habit, she was pretty sure she already had a hole developing in her lower lip.

'Charlie!'

'YOU GOOD DAME BASTARD!'

Startled, she looked up two angry look Krays brawling through the narrow doorway towards their older brother. Ronnie overtook his brother and quicker than her eyes could follow pushed Charlie up against the wall putting his forearm to his throat.

'If you weren't my brother….'

'Woah Woah Woah! Ronnie calm down….Kitty is fine…see.' Charlie tries to resonate with his brother, which was difficult with forearm crushing his windpipe.

Ronnie did not relate, pushing him further into the wall as he puffed angrily hot breath against his brothers face. Kitty tensed as she watched the scene before her, she did not want to move, she had seen Ronnie angry before, but never so violent, and never against his own men, especially his own brother.

Reggie watched silently from a place behind him; eyes narrowed as he watched the scene, before, casually turned his eyes towards the red of the room, stopping when they landed on her, he gave her a cocky smile and slowly ambled over, hands in pockets, a twinkle in his eyes. The closer he got the more evident it was that he had dressed in a hurry, no tie and a creased shirt that looked like it was yesterdays clung to his body, offset but his unshaved face. Reggie didn't stop before he was almost wedged between her thighs as she sat on the stage, legs dangling off, he was so close she was could feel the warmth penetrate her skin, slowly she cursed her self for not wearing more that hotpants and a loose fitting top.

'How you are doing doll…you really shouldn't have gone off without telling us' Reggie cooed as he rested his hand on her shoulder as he looked down at her.

Kitty didn't miss how his eyes glanced at her before resting solely on her face. 'I was with Charlie… I can go places without your permission you know… I'm not a prisoner…am I?' Kity drawled out, she could not hide the accusing edge to her voice.

Reggie gave her a tight smile as he looked down at her, 'Of course not Doll…we just don't want you getting into any trouble now do we?' he finished kissing her on the head. 'Charlie good to you baby girl?'

Kitty squirmed under his intense gaze, trying to pull away from his touch. However it was unyielding, his fingertip began to curl into the flesh of her shoulders pinning her to her position and for her efforts, he pulled her a little closer, so he was now nuzzled completely between her thighs.

She didn't want to look at him, she cast her eye anywhere but him, but her eye caught poor Charlie pinned up against the wall, Ronnie muttering something too lowly to hear.

Her attention was brought back when a finger twirled under the flesh of her chin and push have back towards the other Kray who looked intently at her.

'Hm?'

'Yeah, …he took me shopping I got a few things, makeup and clothes…' Kitty spoke as she looks intently up at him, with a steely gaze.

'Oh really what did you get?' Reggie peered down as the plastic bag, slowly sliding a hand down her bare arm to prod a rough finger towards the white bag.

As smooth as she could from the awkward position she was in she pulled the bag from his probing digit and settled it into her lap, hugging it to her body. Looking up at the man intruding into her personal space she glared at him as he gave her an adorable smirk paired with a raised eyebrow.

'Do I need to ask what you have in their little girl?'

'A knife to stab you in your sleep and if you call me little girl again, I might cut something off while them there.' Kitty growled up at him, huffing as she tried and failed to wiggle out of his touch.

'I think I know why they call you Kitty Kat… all soft a warm from but up close you have claws.' Ronnie purred down at her, stepping even closer to her, groin to groin.

Bending down he let his body curl around her, and he brushed his lips against her ear, '…and trust me when your claws eventually do go down there you won't even be thinking about that.'

Kitty gasped slightly as she felt his lips press against her upper ear pausing a few seconds before retreating, she wasn't sure if the breath that escaped her was from shock or pleasure, but she felt her heat creep up her neck and across her cheeks at the sheer embarrassing sound of the noise. Words began to burn up her throat; she felt the raw energy at the pit of her stomach that she wanted to expel, especially in the direction of the Kray twins but the words died on her lips as Ronnie slammed an opened hand slap against his eldest brother face.

'Reggie tell him to stop! He will hurt Charlie.' Kitty implored turned her eyes back to the Kray standing between her legs.

'I'm beginning to think you prefer good old Charlie then us…I'm starting to feel a little hurt.'

'Reggie! Stop him!'

For a few moments, Reggie stared down at her face, looking at her with stormy eyes, his hand gently holding her face, Kitty didn't dare look away from him as his eyes trace every inch of his face, searching for something, she didn't know what he was looking for, but he must have found it as slowly and without removing his hand neck and chin, twisted his face over his shoulder.

'Ronnie enough! No harm down! Let get Kitty out of here; we have lots to do today.' Reggie barked, his eyes following Ronnie as he slowly, moved away stuffing one hand down his pocket and the other out to grip Charlie's hand and help him off the floor.

'So Doll…do you need a hand with you shopping or would you prefer to keep whatever your hiding in there a secret.' Ronnie quipped as he slid as he processed to lift her to her feet.

So what do you think? What do people want to see? I am thinking smut? Bit of romance? Let me know! Cant waint to hear from you all again xx