Disciple A/N: Merry Christmas folks. An update from us
SOTM: some write-ins are long overdue. Tah-dah. I wrote little to none of this chapter. Keep an eye out for my new fic coming out at the beginning of the new year called Anathema. It's going to be an HP fic, the end of the series.
Disciple spent the entire night prior and the whole present-day searching all of Las Vegas looking for Mina. No one had seen her or knew who she was. He wasn't surprised at all. She had her mother's gift of luck on her side. If she didn't want to be found, she wouldn't be. Lekan had given him the idea to try and find someone else, maybe.
So, Disciple went around and rounded up women who were interested in meeting Ulysses. One of them was exceptionally tall for a girl. She said she stood at six feet and three and Disciple noticed her breasts were larger than most and had no problem showing them off. A plus for him that Ulysses would notice. The others were of various heights, races, and body types.
Reluctantly he brought them all to the office to meet Ulysses. Lekan opened the door, and the girls followed Disciple in. One by one, they all lined up side by side. Ulysses looked up from his desk and held is hand out as he looked at Disciple.
"What the fuck is this? Who the fuck are they?" he asked with a hint of irritation, meaning they aren't what he asked for.
Disciple cleared his throat. "I was unable to locate the woman in question, unfortunately. I looked everywhere, checked every security feed in Las Vegas," he paused and pointed at Frank, "Frank, please thank your friend Micro for helping me with that," getting back on topic, "I even asked around all the local casinos. She's gone like a fart in the wind. So… I thought, please hear me out, perhaps you can choose from one of these beautiful young women to fill your need or needs, just until we find her," he explained.
Ulysses leaned back in his chair with his fingertips pressed together, "You think that you can replace her like that? Bringing me one of these Las Vegas whores will make me happy?"
"I did not say that," Disciple replied quickly, putting his hands up, "Think of the girl… or… girls you choose as a stand-in or to keep you… uh, company. Just until we get you the girl."
Crossing his arms and scowling, "So you want me to cheat on her? Never."
"It wouldn't be cheating, Boss," Lekan pitched in, "Think of it like this, she finds out you got this fine ass woman servicing your needs, she'll get jealous and show up to prove she can do it better."
Ulysses looked between the two men and then over at Frank. Frank was not even paying attention. He was sitting at the table dismantling and cleaning one of his assault rifles. Ulysses looked back at the other two and then at Lekan.
His stare was hard and unnerving, "You think it'll work?"
"It's worth a shot, ain't it?" Lekan replied.
Ulysses inhaled as he stood and came around his desk, "Let's at least see what you brought me."
He started walking up and down the line as he quickly studied each woman. "You four, leave."
The four at the end huffed and walked out single file, muttering that they would still get paid.
He then studied the remaining women and waved his hand, "None of you are good enough," he said but stared at the tall girl and smirked, "You could do, but you don't look up to the task."
She scoffed and shook her head. "It's because you wouldn't be able to handle me. Not even on your best day," she said as if challenging him.
He stopped and stared at her, impressed. Lekan backed away towards the door while Disciple reached for a weapon he keeps holstered to his back. The girl remained firm and still. Ulysses looked at her for a moment longer.
To everyone's relief, Ulysses started laughing, "Is that a fact, miss?"
She put her hands on her hips. "My name is Jennica. Thank you very much."
"Well, Jennica, I'm certain I can very much handle you," Humming in the thought of the girl from the club, "I'll prove it when I want to."
She rolled her eyes and pushed him into a chair. The next thing the men knew, she took off her overshirt, let down her hair, and started to swivel her hips and twirl her arms above her head. She then turned to face Ulysses and spun up and down in front of him. She began to crawl into his lap, and he pushed her away.
Everyone looked at him in either shock or worried. Frank was surprised his boss turned down sexual advances from a woman like her. Disciple was concerned for Jennica's safety while Lekan was craving more drama.
He wagged his finger, "I said when I am ready. You don't call the shots," he said with a smile. "I like your spunk and inability to take no for an answer. You can stay upstairs with the other girls. At night you work. Disciple, hire her as a dancer."
That did not sit well with her. She instead went to the bar to make herself a drink and calm down. Ulysses looked over to tell her to leave but stopped when he saw her flip a shot glass in the air. More impressively, it was with her hand facing up using her fingers to flip it up and over. She then caught it and set it down. Then picked up a large bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream, spin the bottle from its base in her hand, twirl it around her fingers and pour 1/5 ounce into the shot glass. Next, she grabbed a bottle of Amaretto liqueur, held it behind her back, flipped it diagonally up in the air behind herself, and caught it with her other hand without looking. She then poured ½ ounce into the shot glass and sprayed whipped cream on the top.
She shoved the shot into Ulysses' chest, "Here, a blowjob from me," she said with a hint of victory in her tone.
Ulysses looked at Disciple impressed, "Scratch that, hire her as the new bartender. I'm sure Gabby could use the help."
Disciple nodded, "Consider it done. She'll start tonight."
After he showed her out and came back, Ulysses rounded on him, standing almost nose to nose, "You will find her. Right?"
It wasn't a question; it was an order.
Disciple stared at him expressionlessly. In his mind, though, he was freaking out. His girlfriend's daughter was wanted by this man who could sometimes be known as a lunatic. One of the most dangerous men in the world wants to make her his. That fact angered a part of Disciple. Mina is not property. How long could he stall finding her? Hopefully, long enough to maybe find a way to get him to forget about her or move on before she became the object of his obsession.
Frank caught Disciple's eye and shook his head. He didn't want their boss anywhere near Mina, either. They had all come together and agreed that they would do their best to keep her away from him. At least now that they all knew each other was aware of Mina and her talents. Disciple wasn't interested in some girl the boss had his eye on until he found out they were talking about Mina. That's when shit got real for everyone.
Disciple didn't realize that only a few seconds had passed and shook his head and responded, "It's a work in progress, but we're looking. I have a team of surveillance experts on it. Nothing is for certain; she did leave with a time-traveling mutant."
He saw Lekan given him a look that could give away his lie. When Ulysses stepped away, Disciple glared at Lekan, and Lekan realized what he meant and went back to his original task.
Lekan was in charge of reviewing the security footage from the night before and figure out how the hell Cable got there and where Mina may have come from. Also, to try and prove, for Ulysses anyhow, that Cable might have kidnapped her even though they knew that probably wasn't the case.
"One last thing Disciple," Ulysses said as he pointed at the blown off door.
Disciple turned around and resisted rolling his eyes, "We got someone coming to replace the door and the door frame. They're being checked in as we speak."
"Very good. Be on your way," Ulysses said, dismissing him with a nod.
Domino sat with Disciple and was sighing worriedly, "I hate that I hurt her so much. She's never physically lashed out at me like that. I've never seen her so angry," she said with her voice breaking.
Disciple rubbed her back with one hand and held her hand with the other, "With her sharing genetics with you and Logan, it could have been a hell of a lot worse, babe," he said gravely.
"I know. I don't know what to tell Mina when she comes back," Domino admitted.
Disciple turned her head so that she was facing him, "For starters, make sure she knows you forgive her. Don't tell her you do, just let her feel it. Let your actions show it," he advised.
She just looked at him, surprised, "You forgive her after that? The way she shoved me and you in your own home?" It was unusual for him not to get defensive about her.
He nodded, "I forgave her the moment it happened, to be honest."
"How are you so easy going about it?" she squeezed his hand.
He shrugged, "I was that angry myself once. You remember, right?" he asked with his head tilted and eyebrows raised. She just laughed, and he continued, "We needed that forgiveness when we lost ourselves in those times. Do what you promised yourself, what you would do in the situation. It might be hard, but let her know you forgive her and remind her you do love her. If seeing me wasn't the only reason you brought her here, prove it."
She kissed him and laid her head on his shoulder, "How did you become so awesome. How did I get lucky enough to have you fall in love with me?"
"It wasn't luck; it was your personality," he joked. "Plus, I've dealt with so many angry teenage mutants that I've learned to forgive lash outs. Especially when I met Negasonic and hid her for a while."
Domino grimaced. "I forgot about that. But that means you're gonna be a great dad." She smiled up at him.
"I wish I could," he laughed, "I'm too old to be a dad. Mina's never going to relate to me like that at 45."
Domino didn't reply. Her distant gaze and small frown were mistaken for worry of her daughter.