Tom Hardy Imagines

Between The Eyes (Ronnie Kray)

They walked into your club, one after the other, suits wrinkle free and postures held high. The Krays, everyone knew them or have heard the name Kray. There was Reggie Kray the charmer, still hitched to the princess of innocence, however, Reggie Kray on the other hand was still single. You had an eye for dangerous men especially one for the the paranoid schizophrenic himself that you still hadn't noticed walking in with his brother by his side. They sat in the closet booth to you. Watching intently as your body stood rigid and your voice boomed at the two men in front of you. They coward in fear as your (e/c) eyes moved wildly between the two of them. Your hand moved to your coat pocket and with white fists you bared your teeth and shot one of the men dead straight between the eyes. He fell with a thud, as the twins looked at you with wide eyes not believing what they just saw.  Only one man stood in front of you now begging and pleading for mercy, and with whatever strength you could muster with the little empathy you had you told the man to fuck off, he scurried away quickly tripping on the way out to the dock out back.  You scream whilst throwing your gun onto the bar counter, your hands gripping your hair. Your heavy breathes was all that heard as no-one dared to move or speak afraid to add more gasoline to the already lit fire. With a murmur your stormed off to your office slamming the door in the process. 

The twins stayed silent processing what just occurred, with a shake of his head Reggie went up to the bar to order himself another drink. Ronnie on the other hands was glued to his seat, eyes never leaving the door to your office. A pit of anticipation lurked in his gut as he hoped you would appear again. He wanted to see those (e/c) eyes, to stare deep within them and see the insanity that rivalled his own. He wanted to grip your glossy (h/c) hair and smell your perfume that seemed to waft through the bar. Though he claimed to be a homosexual, Ronnie couldn't place this unknown feeling of intrigue towards you. He wanted to know who you are and why the whole of England fears you including the Crown themselves.  What he didn't see was the wide smirk of his brother looking at him knowing that Ronnie was gonna be addicted to this women more then he is on his cigars and whiskey. All Reggie could do was pray that somehow two lunatics would be better then one, and maybe just maybe his brother has found the one that he can call home for once.