All Chapters of A CAT HAS 9 LIVES: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

For the next two days, I was kept busy. I processed Irene's divorce papers and attended to other businesses that needed to be attended to in Las Vegas. Irene didn't argue over our divorce. She was quiet and she seemed to gladly accept my decision. I had no idea why Israel set her up with Knife to cheat on him. Perhaps he needed a valid reason to have her divorced. Whatever reasons he might've had, he didn't relay it to me. During my free time, I went over Israel's journal. He was a very organized person. He had a private study where he locked up his most important records and documents. I spent time in his private studies, going over his records and journals. I was able to get an accountable information about Israel and his lifestyle. Israel always changes women every two years. It was more like a contract marriage. He gets married to a woman today and after two years, he kicks her out with a merge settlement. Despite being so bloody rich, he was one stingy bastard to women. He

The men who sat with me were men of high influence. The nine sons of the Giovanni family. While growing up as a kid, I was engrossed with the television. My entire playdays were spent on staring through old newspapers and listening to the radio. I was one weird kid. I never bothered myself with puberty, dates or school. I love the farm and information. I needn't no prophet to introduce these men to me. I knew who they were. All of them. Sitted by my right hand side in an orderly hierarchy was the first son of the Giovanni family. Umberto. He owns numerous gambling dens and casinos across the world. By late 1980s, he built the most expensive casino in Miami. That's fifteen years from now in the future. Then there was Luca. He's big time in the stock market. Stock manipulation schemes was his specialty and he excelled excellently in it. Lorenzo was the third son. He's got hotel's built across the globe as well as real estate franchises. Luigi's into the counterfeiting racket. He

I was fixed with a sling slung by the lovely nurse that attended to me. My right arm seemed to have dislocated a little bit and had to be kept in a sling slung. But that wasn't my problem now. I was busy with my thoughts. Ever since I was a growing kid, I remembered buying a lot of thriller novels and crime related books. I only read these stories as a form of entertainment. I never knew that one day, I was going to play out a criminal role in my entire life. I was a smart kid for my age but I've never applied my knowledge of the streets into use probably because I had to go to school, get good grades and graduate out of college. Soo much were expected of a young kid like me at that time. But now as an adult, I was free to become whatever I desired to be. Hi, I'm Jericho Clay and I'm a sixty-five year old farmer who got reincarnated into the body of one of the world's most ruthless and wealthiest Mafia crime Lord– Giovanni Israel. I stopped writing as I placed my pen on my lips

" I need a cigarette," I said, scowling out the window. Umberto was seated beside me as the limo drove on. He brought out his own cigarette case and offered me but I rejected it. I've learnt Israel never smoked any cigarette but the ones specially customised for him. His cigarettes were rich and smelt entirely different from many others. It was special and costs loads and loads of money to make which was why he never offered anyone his cigarettes. I was exhausted and needed sleep but more importantly, I needed to smoke. My nerves were fluttering. " Well, I hope you're happy now," Pietro gnashed his teeth at me. He sat opposite me and his mean expression told me he was disappointed in me. " You would if you'd just screwed a woman like Melinda," I returned. Pietro's face burned. " Santa Maria, that's our brother's wife. If it were someone else, I'd have told you knock yourself out. But Mario? That's something different. Mario would never forgive you for what you've just don

Umberto returned home to his villa about an hour ago. He had immersed himself into a hot bath and had completely forgotten about everything that happened that night. The bath was an indoor steam pool which Umberto had spent an incredible amount of money to construct. He sighed as he felt the stress of the night being relieved off him. His mind quickly drifted off to his great plans. He smiled at the thought. He had his major problem taken care of. What was left would be a piece of cake. Just then, his butler knocked on the door. " Senor, there's a phone call for you. It's from a Japanese woman. She wishes to speak to you." " That must be Nagisa," Umberto said to himself. Then he raised his voice. " Put her through, I'll speak to her in here." Within an arm reach from the steam pool, was the telephone. Umberto reached for it and placed the receiver on his ears. " Hello, Nagisa?" He said, then frowned. " Of course he's dead. Why do you have so little fate in me. We confirmed th