The Habits of My heart

Chapter 13

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Reggie shuffled across the cold concrete as is ankles were cuffed along with his hands in front of him . He wore a hideous striped jumpsuit being the classic exemplar of what a basic criminal looked like on tv . He was used to his fancy suits altered to fit his body just right; not baggy , itchy, and overall unflattering fabric worn on his well kept in shape body .

While the guards led him down the hallway in a line along with other inmates , he could overhear some gossiping about him saying since his arrest the club had gone to shit and under shitty management of his twin . He chose to ignore it though as he knew very soon he'd be out those doors in no time . It was visiting hours and he was meeting up with his lawyer in regards to his possible bail. 

Reggie entered the visiting room causing all heads to turn and voices go silent . Even though he was behind bars his reputation pursued him causing people to still fear and respect him like they would outside the walls . He ignored the stares and sat down at the hard metal table where his lawyer sat and rested his shackled wrists on top the cold hard surface . He tapped his foot impatiently while his lawyer , Manny Fryde, rummaged through his suitcase before pulling out papers along with a match and cigarette . Offering him one, Reggie took it quickly and lit the end before taking a long drag , feeling the tobacco fill and burn his lungs . He longed for a nice cigarette or cigar but wasn't permitted one on his side of the prison . Needless to say, the guards hated him and took every liberty to make Reggie's life a living hell .

" Well Reggie," Manny began as he slid on his thin rimmed glasses . " I can't say this looks good for you ."
Reggie narrowed his eyes as the old man gave him a sympathetic look as if to say ' you're simply fucked' .

" I have a club to run and a brother to watch over . I don't have time for your little efforts . You need to find a way to get me out now . Word has been going around about Nipper trying to gain more evidence that can incriminate my brother as well." Reggie pointed his index finger out towards the papers on the table . " Fucking get to it or I'll have to hire a bloke who actually knows what it is he's doing, yeah?"

" But Mr. Kray, I-" Manny started but Reggie cut him off with just the swift motion of his hand . Manny nodded his head showing he understood and packed his belongings  . A guard arrived to the table with a baton in his hand. " Aye lads. Everything good over 'ere?"

" Just talking business." Reggie spoke up not even looking at the guard . He just continued staring holes into Manny to remind him that he still had his power even from inside here . Cross him and you'll be dead. Don't do your job that you were payed to do? Consider yourself dead as well.

Manny left so Reggie stood up to take his leave before the guard instructed him to sit down . " You have one more visitor ." Reggie furrowed his brows unsure of who else would visit him this early. The clicking sound of heels echoed through the room and there he saw Monica . She was wearing a neat flowing white dress with a low cut in the back . Her hair was in a flattering updo , a string of pearls hung around her neck . Her collar bones prominent with the the straps hanging off her shoulders in the most elegant way .

Her hips swayed as she made a bee line towards him, ignoring the whistles and hollers by both guards and inmates . She gave a small smile, sitting down crossing her legs . " Long time no see Reggie," Monica pursed her red painted lips . " They treating you fair in here ?"

Reggie was too stunned by Monica's appearance and of the off chance of her visiting him . Though she looked pleasing he couldn't help but have worst scenarios run through his mind . Is she here because something bad happent to Ron? No, that doesn't sound right . Surely if that was the case she wouldn't be strutting the visiting room like it was a runway embellished to perfection .