Bye Reggie_Legend (script in description ⬇)

-Oh, Frankie, you take my breath away.
– Well, you can have mine.
– You’re a joker. Go on, get in the car.

“Esmeralda’s barn” made money like a dream, £2000 a week pure profit. There was nothing to do but enjoy it. Owning that casino meant everything to Reggie. He’d finally crossed the line between the old East End and the green pastures of the Golden West. He was becoming a celebrity himself. As long as their health didn’t suffer, the high rollers loved rubbing elbows with * gangsters. Aristocrats and niaganiss have a lot in common. They’re both selfish, get bored easily and have access to wads of cash they didn’t have to work honestly to get. The topper, neither have any interest in bourgeois rules or morality. Put it all together with roulette wheels – a stunning recipe for success. Ron was the odd man out. His pills stabilised him, but they’d never cure him. Clubland held little charm and he yearned for Reggie and the darker side of gangland.

-As soon as you turn your fucking back, life, it just plays dirty tricks on you, you know?

We wouldn’t spend Christmas together that year. There was an old warrant on Reggie. The last six month of the sentence was on appeal, but it was denied. He was to surrender in the morning.
My real life was about to begin.

* rub elbows with – to meet and talk with someone in a friendly way (Merriam-Webster Dictionary)