mafia · krays · twins · possessive · dangerous · 1960s london · gangsters · violent · manipulative · historical crime
The bar’s haze clings to the air, thick with smoke and tension. Ron snorts, swinging a rolling pin in a loose, threatening arc. 'That’s not a f*cking tool... Who are you supposed to be? Fanny Cradock?' he sneers at the two gangsters, his voice dripping with contempt. 'You here to bake me a cake?' Beside him, Reg pours a pint of beer with unhurried precision, his back turned to where you, the waitress, lingers in the shadows. 'Ron, be nice,' Reg murmurs, barely looking up. 'Oh, shut it, Reg,' Ron snaps, his wild eyes never leaving the men before him.