If Only [ Gangsta Doug x OC ]

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Shit! I'm late! I didn't bother taking the freakin' stairs and just climbed from the first storey up to the fifth, not minding the fact that I don't have my tag on.

Its not like I get the chance to attend the Four Father's meeting on a daily basis- this is a once in a lifetime opportunity that aunt Gina's giving me as the next head of the Paulklee Guild. And I'm not gonna miss it just because I overslept.

I pushed open the doors a little louder than I intended to and ended up catching everyone's attention. I bowed in embarrassment and muttered silent apologies, then made my way over to aunt Gina's side.

"You're late."

"S-Sorry aunt G, it won't happen again."

She waved to dismiss me, placing her cigarette in between her lips.

I stood back with Hauser and Ginger and remained silent for almost the whole meeting, until my name suddenly got in the discussion.

"Abigail should be 18 now, right?" Uncle Danny smiled at me. "Such a beautiful young lady."

I waved at him with the same kind smile.

While the head of the Corsica family scoffed at the sight of me. "Another brat, I suppose? With an incredibly impossible rank that's earned because of bias."

"I assure you Uranos, my niece earned her rank fairly just like any other Guild member; through blood and sweat." Aunt G retorted. "We Paulklee's don't raise our own in luxury, they go through the same hell as anyone. Abigail here grew up in the streets where she learned discipline and humility on her own- with the Three Laws engraved in her head. And mind you, she grew up without anyone to this day."

It was Loretta Cristiano that broke the tension between aunt G and Mr. Corsica. "Just yesterday there was an anti-Twilight faction rally in front of Bastard. Many of my men were hurt for following my orders, which was to refrain from hurting Normals. But Abigail stood there and singlehandedly stopped the uproar, without any blood spill aside from her own. In my opinion, I think she would make a fine Guild leader and a member of the Four Fathers."

"Is that why you're all bruised up again, my dear?" Danny asked, which made me conscious about the bandage around my head.

"Kinda.."

"What did you do, exactly?"

I rubbed my arm awkwardly. "I just talked to them, that's all."

Mr. Corsica sneered at my answer. "She probably bribed those Normals into rallying to make her look like a hero."

"My niece would have to be dead before she stoops that low." Aunt Gina hissed. "Instead of jumping to conclusions, why don't we ask Abigail what really happened."

Now I was the center of attention.

I have officially lost the last bit of confidence in my body when Mr. Corsica scowled at me.

Sheesh, this guy really hates my guts.

I held a hand up to my bandaged head as if to help me remember. "I saw how Loretta's men were struggling with the oppression despite their lack of violent response, so I tried to help them resolve things. O-One of the Normals had a jackhammer with him and threatened to hurt me." I said, the memory of it painful as the gash on my forehead. "I stood my ground and let him- the blow nearly knocked me out but I endured it. Because I wanted to show them that there's no reason for them to be afraid of the unknown- that not all Twilights kill in cold blood." In my peripheral vision, I could see Aunt Gina's grin growing wider during my story.

"Miss Cristiano, is that true?"

"Of course, I was there with her the whole time. The crowd dissipated shortly after seeing her bleed all over the place."

"That doesn't prove anything."

The argument went on for an hour, it was mostly about me until Danny changed the topic to the anti-Twilight faction rallies. And after what seemed to be the longest day I've had, the meeting was adjourned.

I couldn't help but let Mr. Corsica's remarks get to me, and I'm really bad at ignoring honest opinions. I sighed and leaned against the wall of an alleyway not far from the Guild compound, a cigarette in between my lips. I pulled my tag out of my pocket and stared at it for a few seconds- until I caught something at the corner of my eye.

There was a shadow on the ground from a figure just above me.

I put my tag away and carefully reached for my weapon.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"That makes one of us." I pivoted my foot then threw my knives at him, which he deflected with his own knives as he jumped down to the ground, one of the blades cutting down my cigar.

He kept his distance with me and had his hood up, which made it difficult for me to identify him. "Not bad." The man said, raising his arm to reveal the rip on his shirt. "So you're Gina's little niece- Abigail, right?"

"And I'm guessing you're a Corsica?" I pulled a gun out of my thigh strap and pointed the barrel at him.

"Like hell. I'd rather die than be related to that son of a bitch." He pushed his hood back and raised his tag. "Name's Doug, I'm in the Guild."

I arched a brow at him. "Okay, so why are you stalking me?"

"Stalking's such an exaggerated term- I prefer 'studying'."

"Well that's a creepy way to put it."

Snickering, he tilted his head to the side, his dreadlocks swaying to the motion. "You're an odd one, aren't you?" He said. "So where's your tag?"

I cocked my gun and kept it in his direction. "I don't like talking about my rank."

He grinned. "Is it because you're a Low? That's gotta be embarrassing, considering you're a Paulklee. What are you- a D or something?"

I didn't bother replying to that nonsense question.

"Not talking, are ya? Alright, then just tell me your rank number and I'll leave."

"Three- like the number of bullets I'll put in your head if you don't do as you say."

Doug held up both of his hands in mock surrender and started walking away. "Damn, I didn't think you'd be that feisty. See ya around then."

What a weird guy.

~

"WHAT?!"

"You heard me."

"Yes I did but-"

"You will marry into the Corsica family." Aunt G leaned back on her chair, crossing her legs. "End of discussion."

It was around 11 when aunt Gina called for me in her office to talk about something, but I never expected it would be about marriage. With matters to an alliance, aunt Gina offered my hand to a Corsica demon spawn.

"Don't I get a say in this- I mean, I should be the one to decide for something like this." I said. "I thought.. you wanted me to make my own path, regardless if people disagree with me."

"And now I'm telling you to forget what I said. This is reality, Abigail, and Uranos Corsica is trying to wage war against us unless we make a rational decision- an alliance."

I dug my nails into my palm, hard enough to reel in blood. "So is that why you took me in? Am I just another expandable pawn in your little game? Like my sister?"

She slammed her hands down her desk. "I'm doing this for the whole Colony. I already lost your sister, I'm not about to lose you as well."

"I'm marrying a Corsica, so you might as well have." I turned away and stormed out of the door.

This fucking sucks.

I didn't even notice Doug as he walked down the same corridor. Our eyes met for a second until I caught a glance at his tags.

A/0

Impulsively, I grabbed his arm before he could walk past me. "You're an A?!"

"Y-Yeah, and you're freakin' strong."

In a matter of seconds I came up with an idea that's so crazy it might just work!

"Marry me!"