The Immortality of Discipline ((Third book in The Seduction of Discipline Series) 3)

by E. L Discipline

  “Hey, what are you drinking?” He said, “whiskey.” I took him over to the bar, one hand was on his shoulder, as I was leading him to the bar. As he walked with me, and he was taking out his credit card to pay for a drink, I snatched his ID so fast he didn’t notice. I scanned it with my eyes. Everything was moving in slow motion except me. The crowd, the DJ, the people on the dance floor, the bartenders, everyone. I had mental documentation of where this guy lived, how old he was, what his height was, etc.

  “Hey, what are you doing here? Why don’t you put that thing away, you are not going to pay here, its on the house, it’s on me.” I spoke to him casually. He smiled, then he said to me, “that is generous, sir.” I shook his hand, and fake smiled with him then said, “hey, how would it look, for the potential owner of this place, paying for his own drinks?” He pointed with his index finger at me, with his mouth wide open, “uuuhh, yeah, my man!” I pointed back at him, “uuuuhh, listen, enjoy yourself.” Then I walked away, and murmured to myself, “jackass.”

  I then walked over to the other bar. I walked over to it and I raised my hand, that’s all I needed to do, and the bartender gave me a shot of Henny. I mean, she knew what I liked.

  All of a sudden, there was a woman who approached me. “Hello there, how are you?” She asked me. I stared her up and down while I shook her hand. “Hello, how do you do, miss?” I replied, while I stared into her eyes, and quickly scanned her up and down, and her entire outfit with my gaze. “Enjoying yourself tonight?” I asked her. She nodded to me, “yes I am,” then she asked me, “aren’t you going to buy me a drink?” I laughed at her. “Why must I buy you a drink? Because I am a man, and you are the woman, and that’s what the man is required to always do?”

  She giggled, “uh, well yes.” Then I continued to talk to her, “but, you women preach and beg for equal opportunity. Some of you behave like men, but today, it is the man’s job to buy your drink? Correct miss?” Before she could answer I interjected, “I am about making the customer happy.” I said to her. And she smiled, and so I was going to give her one drink on the house, just one. Who knew who this woman was. She could be someone very prominent. Then again, she could be someone whom is following up on me. Therefore, I should keep her where I could see her, at the bar, and keep her preoccupied. Because where there are drinks, there can be some preoccupied things. I raised my hand and told the bartender to come over to me. “Get this lovely lady a drink of her choice on the house,” I ordered the bartender, “yes boss,” she said to me. The bartender followed my instructions exactly. The woman then looked at me, but this time with much confusion in her gaze towards me. “Yes, boss?” She questioned me. I smirked, “yes, I run this lovely place you are in. I hope you enjoy yourself, have a good night miss.” And then I walked away…her eyes then followed me in the direction I was headed. She asked the bartender, “is he really the owner of this club?” My bartender replied, “yes, of course, he was not lying to you when he stated that.” She then said to the bartender, “most owners are in their little skybox or something, they are not hanging outside, never alone by the damn bar.” The bartender shrugged her shoulders.

  I went into a trap door, and it lead into my skybox. Now I can view everyone on the dance floor and bar. That woman at the bar that I granted a drink, was looking all over for me. I could tell, her eyes were wandering. She could not sit still, she could not sit down. She looked left, and then she looked right. I was gazing at her so firmly, my aura must have called her. The next thing I knew, she was staring at me dead in my eyes. My skybox was not see through, no one on the dance floor could see me, but I could see them. Therefore, I believed that to be so strange, who the fuck was this woman? Was she an immortal like myself? Did I know her? Did she know me? It’s like I could hear her breathing, I could feel her heart racing, I could feel her energy in the skybox I was staring through. And it’s like she could read my thoughts. Such a pretty face she had, a face that’s probably gotten her out of speeding tickets, a body that has probably gotten her some free drinks, and words where she can get any man to get her and give her whatever she and her heart desired.

  I headed back down to the dance floor, where I met up with her once again. “Hey, what’s going on? You haven’t moved from where we were last, what is it, the men here aren’t grabbing your interest? They won’t bite, you’re young, go have fun, get your drink on and mingle. You have friends, bring them by.”

  She was completely out of sorts and she had no intensions on meeting or speaking with no other men but myself. “What were you doing up there so long, spying on me? How do you know I haven’t moved from where I was? How do you know if I’m so young? You’re assuming there, mister.” She said smartly. I then replied to her, “how do you know I’m assuming? you play a good possum, I could be completely on point, but, you would not let me know I was right, would you?” She smiled, and I pressed the issue, “you could just be playing coy.”

  She smirked, “maybe, but even though, you know what they say about ‘assume,’ when you ‘assume?’ Huh? You make an ass out of you and….” Before she could finish, I interrupted her, “you know what I say with, ‘assume?’ the only time you may assume, is the damn position.”

  She smiled, “hmm, interesting, I like that saying better. And you still didn’t answer my question. I asked you if you were spying on me??” I didn’t answer her ridiculous question. I jumped around it, “actually, I own this club as you know, I watch everything and everyone.” Hit her with a smart remark. Why would I tell her I was spying on her? I didn’t care to flatter her. Men must be kissing this woman’s ass all day long, kissing and sucking up to her all day long. Fuck that, not me. She must love when men

  flatter her, well, I’m not every man, and I was not about to do that at all.

  “So, what’s up?” I asked her, “enjoy yourself, mingle.” She answered me, immediately, “no, actually I want to only speak with you, I want to know more about you, and what other clubs you own.” I smirked, “oh so that’s it huh? You ‘want’ to know me? Or the other clubs I own?” I didn’t wait for her to answer, I just continued on…

  “Well, what you see is what you get miss. And I want to never have to work, live in a paradise island somewhere, and escape, but see, we all can’t have what we want.” She was persistent to know. “No, oh stop it, can you talk normal to me? Like a normal person. That’s too plain, you have secrets, you’re too mysterious.” I laughed, nothing about me was normal, and then I said to her…

  “The unknown will always intrigue the mind, don’t you think? Plus, you’re getting real personal with questions for someone that just met me. But did we just meet, or do I know you? Perhaps you know me already?” She just gazed into my eyes, but did not say a fucking word. This woman didn’t want to get to know me, she wanted an opportunity, an escape, perhaps money, who gives a fuck what I did? Some assistance, perhaps? That is what gets her? Drives her. Turned her on? Looks like tonight I will have an easy dinner. And she would be served on my plate.

  “Let’s go somewhere a little quieter, shall we?” I insisted. She then began to nod her head in complete agreement with me. I brought her back to my secret hidden office. I turned towards her, while I poured her a glass of

  red wine that was on my table in the office, “what is your name?” I then asked her… and she answered, “my name is Cleopatra.” I laughed, “are you fucking with me? that’s not your birth name is it?” She nodded her head, and then she pulled out her driver’s license, shit, this bitch was telling the truth, and I was shocked.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? Cleopatra like the fucking ancient Egyptians? The Queen of Egypt at some point, that fucked with Julius Caesar and Marc Anthony?” She nodded, “that’s right! You know your history very well there, mister.”

  I then continued, “Cleo was powerful, her beauty and her personality won her plenty of power. Is that just like you? And were or are you like that goddess? Are you someone powerful? I’m sure you are, right? I take y
ou as someone whom gets what she wants constantly?” She placed her palms on her chest and gave out a sarcastic gasp, “who me?”

  I smirked at her, I mean even though we were connecting, she was still a fucking problem, perhaps down the line. I had to get rid of her, she was asking too many questions.

  “So, mister, what’s your name?” She inquired. I answered sharply, “my name is Discipline.” She began to laugh so loud, and then said, “now look who is playing games, come on that’s not your real name, sir?” I then said to her, “why must that not be my name? That is what they call me. Therefore, it is my name.”

  This woman annoyed me, now it’s time for dinner, her back was turned, and this was my opening, so close to sinking my teeth into her when suddenly she said...

  “Ugh, I have work in the morning which is a drag, but I will be picking up my son later that afternoon, which is my joy.” I stopped immediately, “son?” I asked her. She nodded, “yes, I have a son. This weekend it’s his dad’s turn, we share custody.” I asked her, “how old is he?” She said, “he’s only five and he’s so intelligent.”

  Damn, this changes things. How could I kill her knowing damn well she has a child to get back to, a child that depends on her, but he does have the dad, but it’s always best when you have two gender roles around you. Memories came back to me, what if Precious was alive, what would be different? And would it be different if we had our child, she was holding inside her at the time? Before she was murdered?...

  I then blanked, I wasn’t here, my mind was all over the place. “You can go.” She looked confused, “excuse me?” I became furious, “did I fucking stutter? Get the fuck outta here!” I shouted. She stormed out frustrated, confused and frightened. She ran out of the club as well. I spared her life for her child, however if she ever stepped my way again and approached me sideways, I would be taking her out without a blink of a fucking eye.

  As I was walking out of my office, I met up with Phil Scott, he was a little tipsy, I yelled as he ran into me, “hey the man with the two first names, how are you enjoying yourself, Phil?” He was super hyped, “this place is

  amazing, what was your name again?” I shook his hand, “just call me Discipline!” I retorted. He was heading out, “we will be in touch, Discipline!” He said enthusiastically. I smirked, “indeed, we will. Hey, I hope you have a designated driver there, sir?” I asked him. Then he pointed to two gorgeous women, and I looked over with him at them, and they were waving to us, and both Phil and I waved back.

  “You animal, two? Don’t kill ‘em Phil, take it easy big dog!” I said to him. He then laughed, “we will be in touch.” I nodded my head at him and watched him walk out with the two women. He was in the middle, with his arm around both of them, each woman on his sides, they all walked out together. Shit, Mr. two first names, Phil Scott, was not lying, my club was banging, I perhaps had one of the hottest clubs in the city. But to me, I believed I had the hottest club in the city, but that’s just how I thought, what I believed, but I never cared to enjoy myself in my own establishment. I am always focused on the business aspect of everything, I can’t be slippin,’ that’s like me getting high on my own supply and that is something you just can’t do.

  It was the following day, and I had Phil’s address from his ID that I scanned with my eyes and kept in my mind. I arrived at his home. Snuck in there when he was not there, swept the rooms for information. And I went there again when his family members were home. His children and his wife. So a couple of days go by. He gives me a call at the club. Because, I gave him the club information. But my

  cell and the club’s phone number is on there, the business card. He asked for us both to meet. I tell him to come to the club. We were closed, it was a Monday afternoon. We sat at the bar, then I invite him to my office. He says he wants to buy the place for sure, and he wants me to have no part of it.

  “Listen, Discipline, I made up my mind, so what is your price?” He would pay me handsomely for the clubs, but I would have no hands in it. That was his deal.

  I said, “no price, no deal.” Then he said, “this will happen regardless if you are in compliant to it or not.” I said, why don’t we just team up like I was saying the other day? I believe we both can turn this business venture into something lucrative for the both of us.” He then said, “no offense Discipline, you look like a stand up man, a man of his word, and a man about his business. However, I don’t do business with your kind, like I said prior, no offense.” I then asked him, “what do you mean, ‘my kind,’ you don’t do business with?” he then elaborated, “I just mean, I don’t do business with negroes, that is all. It’s just me. I don’t have any middle men, I work alone, no partners, and especially no negro partners.”

  I then said, “I urge you to reconsider, because if you go into the ring with me on this, you will lose. We go from me being potential alley, to now fierce competitor.” The man with two first names, Phil Scott, laughed, “ ha-ha, you will not even be a competitor Discipline, because I’m buying you out. I’m buying out the competition, therefore, there will be no competition.” I shook my head, then I said, “okay, you were warned, so listen, I want the hottest

  club you own, and I want it signed over to me. I don’t care what state it is in.” I then started up talking again, right when he was going to talk, and said, “as a matter of fact, I want you to sign over your clubs for Texas, Atlanta and Connecticut to me, now.”

  He laughed, “hahaha, you must be sipping on the Kool-Aid.” He said sarcastically. I then said to him, “why does everyone use that reference, is that an ethnic joke? Is that a racist or stereotype of a joke?” He then looked at me more seriously, “I will never do that.” He said to me. Then I replied back, “well, I was hoping you were going to say that,” and then I took out three photos. One of his wife, one of his daughter and son, I then asked him, “should I fuck your pretty wife? Or should I visit your son the football player, and daughter the ballerina? I mean, my niece knows who your son and daughter are. Come on, you want to make this difficult? You want to do this the hard way, or the easy way?”

  I really didn’t give him an option. He immediately called his lawyers to draw up a contract. I had him sign over all the clubs he owned to me.

  “Fuck, Discipline you are a savage, yet an astute business man, do you have a heart?” Phil Scott asked me. I pointed to my left pectoral on my chest, and said back to him in reply, “It’s cold, if it’s even in there.” I then continued to tell him how things were going to go…

  “Now, there will be no middle men, especially a man with two first names, I think your parents are strange for that one, anyways, there will be no middle men,

  understood?” He nodded his head to me, and then assured me, “you’ll pay for this,” he threatened. “No, I won’t, but you’ll pay me, thank you.” I said to him. After he signed everything over, I asked him to be sure, “everything is signed?” He then told me, “yes, everything is signed over to you.” I smirked, “perfect, now, man with the two first names, Phil Scott, I hope you do not take this shit personal? It’s just business!”

  My eyes turned gold, my fangs grew, his eyes got wide staring at me, and he shouted out in panic, “what the fuck are you?!!” Then I said, briefly, “im the man, that just made you sign your life away.”

  And then I bit him. Sinking my teeth so deep into his neck. I could not watch over my shoulder or wait for the pay back. This man lost a lot, who knows what he would do. As far as his children, I had no plans to hurt them. Perhaps, I would have fucked his wife, and had him watch just to hurt him, if he still wasn’t going to deal. But, all that talk about him not doing business with my kind, and the pay back talk he was spitting out, I could not risk it. I took all I needed from him, ID, finger prints, cell phone, I saw he was receiving texts, ‘meet us at this warehouse? We have some shipment issues.’ The text read this. Therefore, I called the number, and pretended to sound like him, the guy on the other line said...

  “Hell
o, look, come later on tonight, I will text you the info, don’t be late. We will all be there tonight.” I then said, “no problem,” pretending to be this guy Phil. I read this thread of conversions, what was this man into? Looks like, there was more to this guy with the two first names than he lead on. So, I needed an advance on some cash, and perhaps this would be it. I wanted to open another fitness club, so I went to go visit some mobsters later that night that Phil apparently was a part of. They were having a meeting in a deserted warehouse and it was all five of them. Each one, ran a borough in New York, as there were five boroughs in New York.

  “What’s going on fellas?” I asked that just to begin conversation, but I really didn’t give a fuck how they were doing. So, one gentlemen said, “do we know you?” I smirked, ‘no, but I know all of you, and I’ll do the talking here.” These men looked at each other like, ‘who the fuck does this guy think he is? Or does he know to whom he is speaking to?’ I gave them instructions.

  “Listen, I want and need an advance from each one of you. Cash, check, whatever is clever!” They all laughed, I was angry. “Uh, that’s not funny, I’m actually very serious. I want cash from each one of you now, like right now! And I’ll help triple all of your businesses and territories.”

  They all took out their pistols. I then said to the gentlemen, “fuck, I thought this was going to be easy. Wishful thinking, I guess. “Fellas, I promise all of you, for your safety, this is not a problem that you want. I’ll pay you all back in interest. Trust me, this can all be lucrative for all of us. What do y’all say?” They didn’t speak, they just allowed their index fingers to talk, as those index fingers ran the chamber and those bullets came out the barrel and all flew at me all very quickly. Those bullets all came at me at once. My body dropped to the ground. They went back to their business. In about 5 seconds, I rose up back on my feet.