I know that I have a thing at the moment, for doing AUs for Ramsay that involve him being a criminal. But I think that the gangster thing sort of suits my favourite bad boy. Soooooo here is another little offering. I have included the lyrics from 'At Last' by Etta James, which she originally sang in 1960, so instead of making Ramsay a 1930s American gangster, I am using instead the English Kray brothers as influence. Hope that you all enjoy.

"What do you mean he wants me?" (Y/n) asked nervously, as she stared at Don, the manager of the club at which she sang.

"Exactly what I said (Y/n). Ramsay Bolton bought out the entire club for the night, and he demanded that you be the only one to perform. What the hell was I supposed to say?" Don told her, appearing no less anxious at the prospect of having the east end gangster in his little jazz club, than (Y/n) was about having to perform.

"So, you are telling me that Ramsay Bolton, one of the most powerful god damn crime bosses of the whole city, asked for me, by name, himself?" (Y/n) asked, now pacing the dressing room apprehensively, as she contemplated coming face to face with man, whose numerous, and varied crimes she had only ever read about in the papers. (Y/n) gulping at the large lump that had just formed in her throat, as her boss nodded his head.

"Not only that, but he wants you to wear this." Don told her, pulling out a beautiful long gown that was exactly the same colour scarlet as the body of the man on Ramsay's infamous flayed man calling card, from behind the dressing room door.

(Y/n) took the dress in her hands. She had to admit it was gorgeous, and she couldn't help but think that the man that ruled the east end with an iron grip had exceptional taste; but it was still a little creepy.

"Oh great, this colour should cover the blood stains nicely when he shoots me." (Y/n) said, dropping into the chair behind her, and letting out a heavy sigh.

"Don't be so melodramatic (Y/n), he's not gonna shoot you. He must like you if he asked for you personally." Don tried to reassure, as he gave her a soft smile.

"Melodramatic? MELODRAMATIC!? Have you been living under a rock? The man has killed goodness knows how many people. No one dare sneeze in this city without this guy's permission. And now he has asked for me by name. Stipulated what I should wear, even the song I have to sing, and you say he must like me. None of that is making me feel any better about this you know." (Y/n) said sarcastically, as Don crouched down in front of her, taking her hands in his.

"Look kid, you know I wouldn't ask you to do this if I had any other option, but as it is I don't. What Ramsay Bolton wants; Ramsay Bolton gets." Don explained, squeezing her hands in a vain attempt to comfort the young woman.

(Y/n) sighed, she knew that Don was right, he really did have no choice and nor did she. What Ramsay wants, Ramsay gets, and if you didn't believe that, then you probably wouldn't be alive too long. She tried to comfort herself with the fact that of all the people that Ramsay had killed, they were usually people that had wronged him, or were a threat to one of his many "business" dealings. So, she just hoped that she and Ramsay had not bumped into one another, before he had killed his father and taken over the firm.

"Ok Don. What Ramsay wants; Ramsay gets." (Y/n) told a slightly happier looking Don.

"Good girl, now you better get changed and warmed up. Ramsay and his entourage are due to be here at 7." Don said, as he looked at the clock, before opening the door to leave.

"Just do what you do every performance (Y/n) and knock him dead." Don smiled, leaving her to contemplate, what could be a very short future if she didn't knock him dead.

After finishing her hair and makeup (Y/n) put on the dress that the crime boss had stipulated she wear. To say it was slightly scandalous would be an understatement. The back of the dress was cut down so low that it exposed all of her body right down to the small of her back. The front plunged so dramatically that if it had gone down any further, she would have been arrested for indecent exposure. Yet, as she made her finishing touches, (Y/n) had to admit that she felt strangely sexy. There was something about being so exposed that made her feel vulnerable, yet excited. And the thought of appearing in such a garment in front of a dangerous man like Ramsay Bolton, was unexpectedly, making her insides heat up in the most wonderful ways.

As she looked in the mirror, a small knock came to the door as Don opened it slowly.

"You ready kid? These er......... gentlemen, are here to escort you out to the front." Don said, opening the door fully to reveal the faces of two of Ramsay's bastard's boys, who looked her up and down. Their gaze making (Y/n) feel uncomfortable as she took a deep breath, knowing that if this was going to be her last performance, then she was going to do it in style.

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Ramsay sat comfortably in the intimately small venue. It wasn't his first time at the club, in fact when his name had still been Snow, it had been one of the only places that he hadn't minded spending time with others. The crowds had normally been pretty laid back in nature, and the subtle lighting, and easy going atmosphere had always made Ramsay feel comfortable. It allowing him to take his mind off his latest disagreement with his father. The now powerful crime boss spending many a night, happily listening to the mellow sophisticated sounds of the jazz music, as it drifted through the club. But under his outward shows of appreciation for the music, his real reason for returning to the club was more primal; he returned because of her.

Simply called The Songbird by the club, (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n) was Ramsay's favourite singer. And from the moment he had first laid eyes on her in the venue, he hadn't been able to get her out of his mind. She was always so elegant. And to Ramsay, she was exquisitely beautiful. Her long hair had subtle highlights and undertones, that made her locks appear like liquid metal in the cool light. And her eyes that were the same colour as the sky before a thunderstorm. Eyes that appeared equally as turbulent and dangerous, were capable of making the world around him seem to stop. Ramsay liking to think that every word she sang was just meant for him. Each and every note sounding like warm honey, dripping with seduction and desire when she sang, and Ramsay would have gladly drown in it if she had let him. He would sit watching her, wide eyed and opened mouthed as she sauntered around the tables, crooning to the assembled patrons, her body swaying seductively to the music.

In the past, he had never had real chance to talk to her. He had had nothing to offer, him only being Roose' illegitimate son, and not in line to take over the family business. But now with his father dead, and he the only one left to run the firm, it was a different story. He was no longer someone that could be ignored, passed over. Now he was the king of the east end. The head of the biggest crime family on that side of the river, and what he wanted he would have. And what he wanted now, was (Y/n).

He had given her the perfect dress, stipulated the perfect song, and it was all going to be for him. An intimated performance that was made just for a king. He had told the owner that no one else was to be in the room when she performed, even the band and his boys were not allowed to be present. What was about to happen, was for his eyes only.

He sat in a large chair, his fingers drumming on the arm of the seat as he waited for the boys to bring her out from her dressing room, the anticipation killing him. He had arranged everything with the owner, so that it would be perfect, and now he just needed the star of the show.

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As his boys escorted her before him, Ramsay couldn't believe his eyes. She was more beautiful than he could ever have imagined. The dress was wonderfully shameful and gave him the perfect view of what he wanted more than anything. And what he wanted more than anything, was that body.

He couldn't help but smile, as he saw her straighten herself, trying not to look too intimidated at being in his presence. He enjoyed the fact that he was now viewed as more dominant, strong, dangerous. And judging by the subtle nervous shake as she stood there, his new reputation was definitely having the desired effect on her.

"Well, don't you look wonderfully salacious, in that risqué little number. You must admit that I have a wonderful eye when it comes to complimenting a woman's figure. Particularly yours, my beautiful little songbird." Ramsay hummed. His eyes mentally removing what little material there was left clinging to (Y/n)'s body.

"Now I believe that I paid for you for the night my dear (Y/n). And I would very much like to hear the song that I have requested. I want to hear that hot honey voice of yours. I want to feel it kiss my body as you make me believe every word." Ramsay told the woman, whose skin was glowing with a deliciously sinful heated hue.

(Y/n) gulped deeply, desperately trying to swallow the large lump in her throat that was threatening to choke her. And as the imaginary music began to swim through her mind, she began to sing.

"At last my love has come along

My lonely days are over

And life is like a song

Oh yeah, yeah."

(Y/n) sang. Swaying slowly forward. Swinging her hips just that little more than she normally would, as she got closer to the feared criminal.

"At last the skies above are blue

My heart was wrapped in clover

The night I looked at you."

Ramsay found himself reaching for her as she turned around just in front of him, revealing her bare flesh. The muscles in her back moving like a big cat stalking its prey, as she rocked to the silent music. Ramsay brushing his fingers down her naked spine, feeling the wicked shiver that shot through her.

"I found a dream that I can speak to

A dream that I can call my own

I found a thrill to press my cheek to

A thrill I've never known

Oh yeah, yeah"

Suddenly Ramsay stood up, and wrapped his arms around her body. His lips kissing the tender skin of her neck.

"You smiled and then the spell was cast

And here we are in Heaven

For you are mine at last"

As she finished singing, Ramsay's fingers gently danced over each of her vertebrae, His warm breath fanning her neck, as he bit down onto the lobe of her ear.

"You were amazing my little songbird, and you look stunning in that dress. But I believe that it would look even better on my bedroom floor. What do you think?" Ramsay hummed in her ear, as his hands caressed every inch of skin that was exposed.

(Y/n) wanted to say no, to deny the king of the east end his sordid desires. But despite herself, she couldn't. Her body was screaming out for him to touch her. For him to kiss her. For him to take her in every way imaginable. And as he whispered his depraved wants into her ear, the smell of his pheromones filling her senses, she knew that she could deny him nothing.

"Whatever Ramsay wants; Ramsay gets." She purred, as he chuckled, biting down onto the supple flesh of her shoulder.

"If you keep that in mind my love, and this will be a very long, enjoyable night." Ramsay told her, as he took her hand and made for the door. For after all, whatever he wants, he gets.