Reggie Kray Legend Novels & Stories

Yeah, that was the power of my father… capable of making grown men sweat. I was too over Da’s hype though. Maybe a long time ago, I’d have felt the pressure as well, now, I was the monster he’d made me. When I clicked open the briefcase, four two-hundred-and-fifty gram bags of coke gleamed in the lamplight. Reggie whistled under his breath, reached into his pocket, pulled out some keys, and tore the bag open. When he dipped the tip in there then tasted it, he smacked his lips before he let out a whoop. “That’s good shit, man.”

"Except for me, you don't need to listen to anyone else. Hide your identity, unless one day my descendants come to Miami with the Kingston Salmon. Then your mission will be complete." Thinking of this, a few tears slid from Reginald's eyes. Right after Craig told him, he packed up overnight and arrived in Miami the next day. Unexpectedly, a few days later, Craig passed away. When Reginald heard the bad news, he couldn't eat for two days and nights. He couldn't believe a legend could leave so easily. He wanted to go back and see Craig one last time, but Craig's words echoed in his mind. For the Southern Chamber of Commerce, for America, he suppressed the impulse and persevered day after day,

I walked towards the door and opened it. “Mr. Crane?” The man asked. “Yes, Reggie?” I confirmed. He was all professionally dressed. “Correct.” He replied. I stepped back and opened the door wider, so that he could enter. Reggie stood just inside the doorway, his presence was calm in a way that felt almost foreign to me right now. He seemed to be in his late thirties, composed, sharp eyes that missed nothing. He didn’t carry the arrogance most lawyers did, just quiet confidence.