Tom Hardy Character Imagines

Love Is A Battlefield (NSFW)- Reggie Kray x OFC

Reggie Kray stepped outside of the house he lived in with his mum and brother, Ronnie, one arm in his trouser pocket and the other swinging in time with his jaunty steps. He smiled and nodded to those passing by; friends of his mother's, neighbours, people he had known his entire life.

He rounded the corner and found himself almost knocking over a little girl who had run into his knees. He grabbed her gently by the shoulders to stop her from falling, and kept hold of her as a much older girl- well, more of a woman-, presumably her mother, came running up the road after, red faced and panting.

"Soph," the woman admonished the little one. "What did I tell you about running off like that? I'm sorry that she ran into you."

"Aint no bother is it, little lady?" Reggie winked at the little girl before grinning at her mother. "Kids have gotta be kids, haven't they? How old is she?"

"Three," the woman replied.

"Gotta have eyes in the back of your head at that age, eh?" Reggie commented. "She must keep you on your toes."

"She's not mine, thank God," the woman snorted. "She's my sister's. They've come to visit and I promised to take her for some sweets, but she's not very good at listening to anything I say."

"Ah, well that's 'cause aunties are always meant to be fun and let kids get away with whatever they want."

"Hmm, if you say so," she shrugged, taking the little girl's hand. "Well, I'm sorry again about her banging into you, but we'd better be going."

She turned to head back down the road but Reggie decided for some inexplicable reason he wanted to look upon her face again. She was beautiful in an understated way. She didn't have any of that make up on her face that most girls wore these days, and her dress was longer than the latest fashion dictated. When she had told him the little girl was her niece, he had been sure to glance down briefly at her hands to see them both without any sort of ring. Therefore, she was fair game as far as Reggie was concerned. And it was about time he had some fresh meat. He was fed up with having it off with the same girls who crowded the club and eyed him daringly, desperate for a piece of a Kray brother.

"Hold up," he called after her, jogging slightly to catch up with her.

She stopped and turned, frowning at him.

"You never told me your name," Reggie said.

"You never asked," she retorted.

"Well I'm asking now, aren't I?"

"Jessica," she muttered.

"Jessica? What? No last name?"

"Roberts," she sighed.

"Jessica Roberts," Reggie grinned. "Pretty name for a pretty girl."

The girl pulled a face at his blatant flirting, completely unimpressed by words that a man like him no doubt said to every female with a pulse.

"You know, I aint seen you round here before," he commented. "Do you live round here?"

"Just moved in yesterday," she answered curtly, and he could tell by her body language that she was desperate to leave. "My Dad got a new job so we moved here to be closer to it."

"Where did you live before then?"

"Essex."

"Oh, well that's nice," Reggie nodded, trying to think of a way to prolong the conversation. He wasn't used to being given the cold shoulder. Usually he just flashed that trademark grin and women melted like butter in front of him.