All Chapters of A CAT HAS 9 LIVES: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I remained in the car, waiting. After a minute or so the men outside returned back to their cars . The obvious explanation was that I was a Mafia crime Lord. A big surprise but it was more surprising these men didn't realize I wasn't who they though I was. For fuck sake, I'm just a sixty-five year old farmer who got murdered by his wife and best friend. I can't possibly be a Mafia boss. I had an entire white Mercedes Benz left for me while the others took the cars they came with.Since I was still dumbstruck, Knife had given orders to have me driven back home. I noticed my men were scared or me as they bustled me into the car and rushed out into the highway.The mafia. Leaning forward with my hands clasped to form a triangle, I took my time to evaluate the situation I'm in.The mafia.I've read a lot about them; even watched movies made about them. From my little knowledge about

The weather suddenly changed and the sky rolled in dark clouds heavy with rain. Raindrops came in little showers until they gradually built up to become a heavy downpour. I stood before the window, staring at the rain, a cigarette burning at the end of my lips. Behind me, seated on the arm chair was Israel; the most ruthless, hardcore and feared Mafia boss. Israel sat with his legs crossed, a glass of Hennessy wine in his hand. He was watching or rather studying me as if trying to evaluate the sort of man I was. " I still find it hard to believe," I said after a long pause. " Not only did I wake up after being murdered, I awoke in the body of a Mafia boss. A Mafia boss who sold his soul to the devil in exchange for nine lives. Is it just me or does all these controversy doesn't just make any sense."Israel took a sip, he didn't say anything. " I really wished this was some sort of dream," I said, turning around

Spaghetti carbonara was served to me by Bistro himself. He wore his chef outfit while he laid out the dish for me. My mouth watered the moment I saw my meal. " This looks delicious." Bistro gave a wane smile. " It's today's special but I made it a lot more spicy. Just the way you like it." It's funny how I could easily interact freely with him in Italian. We were both speaking the language as if we were speaking English. Bistro drew out a seat opposite mine after filling my glass with wine. While he waited for me to start eating, I took my time to regard the food. There were no trace of poison in the wine or food. If there was one I would have detected it immediately. I took a bite then another and another. It was so good. I nearly cried for joy. I've never tasted anything so delicious in my entire life. Bistro was watching me, surprised to find my expression like that of a child who just got a Christmas present. " This is," I said, drinking my wine. " This is classic, Bist

BANG!!!! The noise resounded in my ears as I fell into darkness. I couldn't feel anything, couldn't hear anything. The noise of the gun was all that I heard. It's dark and it's cold. Was this what death felt like? " Hey, idiot," a voice came to my ears. " Wake up." " Huh?" I was confused. " Who's calling me an idíot?" The voice came again out of the darkness. " Get up, you quitter. Nap time is over. Wake up. Idiot, wake up." I flared my eyes opened to find myself in a deserted area. I was standing beside a man who stood with a cigarette burning at the end of his lips. It was Israel. We were both standing on a hill overlooking the sea. The beach was a little further away from us. It was a dark moonless night and the beach was as quiet and as peaceful as a graveyard. I never thought I was ever gonna see this dude again neither had I ever thought I'd be glad to see him. " Israel, I—" " Shut up, idiot," He cut me short. " If you're about to tell me you missed me I migh

" Don't get excited, boss," knife said, his voice like ice. " I just need answers. Who are you?" We sat in the Rolls Royce, studying each other's eyes, the automatic revolver aimed at me. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. My mind raced with numerous thoughts but it was in a mess. His eyes told me he was going to shoot. If I said something stupid or out of line, I'd have a bullet pulled into me. Up till now, Knife was the least of my worries cause I felt all would go my way. Guess I was wrong. After a moment silence, knife spoke through locked teeth. " Come down, buster." I had to finish my whiskey before I stepped down. I needed that drink badly. My throat and lips had gone completely dry. Once outside the Rolls Royce, Knife led me to the end of the cliff, the gun covering me. Then he stopped and snapped at me. " Turn around so I could see you." I turned around and looked him directly in eye. In my mind, I was done for. Once he pulls that trigger, I'd receive multiple sho