Hi Everyone! I am still alive! I have just finished my masters and started working full time while doing a PhD! Life is busy…..

But I was watching Venom the other day, and I seriously wanted to start writing again! I will finish this fic! Don't worry!

The car ride was quiet. Ronnie and Reggie mumbled back and forth; occasionally they would glance or smile across at her. Kitty did not want to acknowledge the hurt look on Ronnie's face when she ignored the grin he flashed at her between puffs of his cigars. The stench of the smoke permeated through the air in faint curls before fading into nothing. It all honestly she wanted to have time to think, less than 24 hours ago her life was seemingly uncomplicated, sure the Krays were still a part of it, but now she was the unofficial prisoner in the personal care of them. She missed Dita and even Granny; there was a bitter taste in her mouth of the whole situation. The war had left a mark on them all, for Granny her mindset was firmly stuck on surviving and seek protection. For a brief period, she had been a mistress of a German major who had smuggled them all out and kept them safely and securely installed in his base. The Major was fat and old, balding and looked like a mouldy yellow toad, but as soon as he had seen Gran he whisked her to his private apartment. For weeks Kitty huddled herself into the decaying ghetto she was thrown into, watching truckloads of Jews driven off, mainly women with children, she herself was scheduled to go out on a midnight truck only to be snatched off it in the nick of time. Kitty understood, she really did, but now she wish she would just move on understand that life has moved on and they no longer had to have someone to protect them. The words that were spoken that night repeated over and over again in her head, 'be realistic' 'be comfortable', was a life with the Kray's realistic and comfortable?

'Charlie said you got a spare outfit. We could go to 'arrods get you some nice gear?' Reggie spoke as he flicked his lighter open with a sharp jerk of the wrist, the orange glow of the light brightening the stormy blue of his eyes as he looked at her.

Shaking her head free from the foreboding thoughts that started to creep in. 'I have clothes they are at my house, with the rest of stuff.' Kitty spoke softly; she wanted to bark at them, bite their heads off but she couldn't find the fight within her, she was not mellowing, just planning and annoying them would not help.

'Jack got you some last night if you need anything we will send him back.' Reggie soothed, stretching out.

Kitty was thankful were using the Rolls Royce today which had two bench seats, her occupying one and the other by the two men. Kitty looked back at him and stared at the two men; they looked so similar but at the same time so different, both handsome and tall, with the build that gave them the broad muscular look, boxers if she ever saw one. However, Ronnie seemed to be more scathed that Reggie, his nose had been broken at least once and his lips busted from one too many punches.

'What do you want to do today?' Reggie continued.

'I'd like to go home.' Kitty spoke softly but firmly.

'Doll…' Reggie warned. 'We have told you…'

'You have told me…exactly. I am not a child that you can order you around; you tried to whatever…' Kitty said gesturing wildly in the air before dropping her hands to the side, and her shoulders slopped, and her head fell back to the side of the seat. Both men held her eyes with their steely gaze.

'We should talk at least…do you fancy going to the park?' Kitty questions, arching her brow challenging both of them.

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It was not a pleasant day, nor was it a miserable, the coolness of the afternoon nipped across her skin. It was one of those days between seasons, not too hot not too cold. Reggie had gone off in the search of tea, leaving her perched on worn bench with Ronnie slumped next to her ungracefully, eyes frantically searching the park. Kitty really wished she has worn more clothes, the air was chilly, and while it was bearable, she really didn't want start showing her rock hard nipples for all in sundry to see.

A young boy no more than 15 walked past, all spots and greasy face, gulking openly at her chest as he walked past, earning a sneering growl from Ronnie.

'Oi! What do ya think ya looking at.' Ronnie suddenly bolted upright in his seat, his muscles straining against his suit as he observed the boy who stood frozen on the spot, wide-eyed as the foul mouth brother launched into a triad of abuse.

'…stick your eyes so far up our arse you'll be…'

Kitty watched silently as a long string of profanity fell from his lips. Over the course of the Kray's possession of the club, Kitty has witness a few of Ronnies outburst; they were not a pretty sight. Reggie seemed to be the only one who could calm him and talk some form of sense into him. Ronnie very much reminded her of her brother; he has been a few years older than her back in the old country. A chubby child, who would fly into violent rages at the smallest thing, he had once slip their father's lip when he tried to restrain him from hurting her when she had accidentally picked up one of his toys. Even after all this time she still had a vivid memory of her mothers smoothing voice that instantly calmed him, it was adoring and soft, like velvet honey. However, she also remember the harsh whispers after they thought the children were asleep when doctor who sewed up her father lip had left the whispers turned to arguing about sending him to some sort of hospital. When the outbursts got worst as he grew he became permanently attached to their mother and they would go to 'trips away', sometimes weeks at a time for his treatments. Bittily, Kitty, pondered if her brother had had the same condition as her brother, would he have grown up just the same as Ronnie. Ronnie was a sweety, crazy, but soft underneath all that hard rage, but she seen exactly what her brother could do and he was a tubby ten-year-old, what a burly gangster could do was almost too much to contemplate.

The idea fell away when she felt the hard body next to her rise from his seat.

'Ronnie…I…I am cold, could I borrow your jacket?' Kitty quickly smoothed, gripping his arm tightly as she smiled up at him in an attempt from stopping him advancing on the poor lad.

'Fuck…How ungentlemanly of me' Ronnie uttered removing his long coat and drapping the thick black material over her shoulders. 'You must think I am very rude; my mother always told me to give my coat to girls... Look you are all goosepimply' Ronnie rambled on sweetly, his rough fingers glided over her wrist.

The boy took the opportunity to scurry off as quickly as his legs could carry him which Kitty was glad of, Ronnie settle down next to her wrapping his arm around her shoulders allowing her a close look at his adoring face. Switching from one extreme to the next almost gave her whiplash, she had seen this happen when he was fighting with Reggie, going from all out rage to soft and gentle apologising, what had happened to Ronnie to make him sooo Ronnie like. It should be terrifying, but all she wanted to do was a hug his pain away and stop the world from hurting him and him from hurting ther world. Was it bad that she wasn't scared to death by him? Kitty had insulted him, slapped him and screamed at him, and not once had he laid a finger on her, that must count for something. Maybe she could handle this, she wasn't going to make it easy for them but maybe just maybe she could find some sort of balance.

'He was only a kid; you shouldn't have done that.' Kitty cooed affectionately it was a weak attempt, but Ronnie didn't seems to care, he only held her to him tighter.

Again, the plan she had made up in her mind just this morning seemed so easy, seducing them would be so simple, they seemed to want her. Maybe they would get bored with her and then leave her alone, but then again she would never be that lucky. The words little speech that Granny had spoken to her just kept going around in her head, around and around till they made her dizzy. Plus there was more important matters to deal with, with all honesty the burning question she wanted to know was why someone would sabotage the lights or writes those words on her mirror, and that was the only thing that petrified her.

'If I wasn't the more handsome twin I might be worried, luv.' The corse London accent broken her from her thoughts.

Reggie stood a little way off, with three steaming mugs of tea, he sat next to her and past the cups down.

'Black with two sugars, strong and sweet…like me.' Reggie winked as he took a swig of his own tea as he did his own scan of the park.

'You know how I take my tea?' Kitty asked in a high squeaky tone of disbelief.

'Course darlin' Reggie drawled out as he turned his gaze back to her.

That was a bit of a revelation for her, instead of acknowledging his gaze she turned her attention to her tea and swilled the dark liquid around her pristine white porcelain mug, before bringing it to her lips to blow on it before taking a sip, she repeated it several times before Ronnie grew agitated and dropped his cup on the ground, the liquid sloshing out of the cup and on the grass.

'Are we gonna talk or what…What Reggie don't looka me like that.'

Kitty could just feel the daggers that Reggie was staring at his brother over her head, but she could not seem to bring herself to care, she brought the hot liquid to her mouth and took a long, satisfying slurp of her tea, it burnt her throat, but she needed it, something to distract herself.

'You have no right to tell me what to do…'

'We have every right…your ours…Tell her Reggie!.' Ronnie growled stretched out his hand to squeeze her thigh with an unyielding grip.

'But I am not…I am a person, not a plaything…and Jesus how does that even work!' Kitty snapped back glancing between the two with a mocking laugh. 'You can not just snatch me away from my life to suit you…' she glared at Reggie as she started to open his mouth in protest. 'Yes, I know there is a mad man lurking in the weeks who tried to scare me off or worse, it is sweet you care, but I am a big girl. Christ, it might even be one of your gangster rivals hell I don't care. I was actually starting to like you too, but your arghhhhh. You kidnapped me! From my home! A home that I am going to return to when all this' she gestured wildly 'is sorted' Kitty screamed quietly standing up swiftly, Ronnie's coat falling from her shoulders, the warmth it provided disappeared, exposing her to the elements.

'I am still going to be living in my cramped little room with the peeling wallpaper; I am still gonna dance and sing at Esmerelda's Barn for lousy money and still gonna have to deal with annoying handsy customers like I have always had to. Nothing has changed. I lived through one oppression I am not going to enter another one willingly.' Kitty ground out through closed teeth, she tried to bring herself up to her full height but even with them sitting down it did not make her look any more imposing.

Ronnie's head snapped round to his twin as the other stared intensely up at her. Slowly Reggie stood, he towered over her, with two long strides he stood directly in front of her. Kitty willed herself to stay still and not take the step back she desperately wanted.

In a low silky tone the Londoner spoke 'Luv, let me make one thing straight, we do not want to control you, you are free to do whatever you want. You are staying with us till we sort our 'situation' out, but we are going to do everything in our power to get you want to stay.' Reggie closed the gap between them; his body pressed solidly against hers caging her in position by wrapping his arms around her. His mouth pressed against her ear lobe as he bent down, 'As for how it will work, we have never been very jealous of each other and you my kitten are something I am willing to share. I am sure we can make it…pleasureable for you. What one can't give you the other will.' Reggie's hot breath trickled across her skin, and she shivered as he planted a kiss to her cheek.

Reggie took a step back, and Ronnie took his place, but instead of pressing himself to her he wrapped his jacket around her shoulders before gentling pulling her towards the waiting car, Reggie bringing up the rear, cooly light one of his cigarettes as he walked.

That's was it; that was all the discussion that they were prepared to have, she knew where she stood and what she had to do, she had to try at least. A heavy sight fells from her lips as she slide into the back of the car, both men pilling in either side of her, their hands carefully resting of her knees and the engine roared to life as it tore through the streets of London.

So I am thinking smut for the next chapters, just a little taste :P So who would you prefer Ronnie or Reggie? Or both?

Please leave a review and tell me what you think or want to happen, I am interested to see what your thinking!