Sir Galleth Cooper Novels & Stories

And at the top of it all sat Nathaniel Coop. He was the city’s most eligible bachelor, though "eligible" was a strong word for a man who seemed to have been carved out of a block of ice. I had seen him a few times in the lobby. He was always followed by a wall of security guards and a secretary who looked like she had never eaten junk food in her life. Mr. Coop never looked left or right. He never smiled. He just focused on where he was going like the rest of us were inconsequential beings. "Stapler job again?"

But Alec knows that anyone who has the guts to snatch a man who's in detention, out from the hands of the law, risking his own head, is not someone who would make his prey easily found. “Alec Steele,” Cooper greeted, his tone half respectful and half mocking. “Didn’t think I’d see you slumming it down here again, I thought I heard a rumor about you going clean from using henchmen like us for your works.” Alec smirked faintly. “Clean’s just another word for sleeping with your eyes open, I had to take a step back as you all seem to be getting rambunctious lately, I should save my head you know?"

“I understand.” He pulled a chair over and sat beside the bed. “I’m Athan Alexander Styles.” Natalie smiled faintly. “I know.” Athan smiled slightly. “No wonder.” He paused for a moment, then said, “Actually, I came to the Cooper residence today for business matters. I’m Cristian Cooper’s business partner. There was a collaboration discussion that was supposed to take place.” Natalie did not seem surprised. “I see.” “But I didn’t expect to meet you at the gate in that condition,” Athan continued.

Instead of hotheadedly taking Dasha out at the first opportunity, he waited and watched, like the spider carefully weaving his web to trap the fly. Now she was in Interpol's custody and no longer their problem. She was still alive, which would please Shaun as well as Jozef's cousins. Cooper pushed away from the wall. He could finally get back to his actual job of tailing Shaun and setting up an impenetrable wall of security around her. He lived to protect. He'd worked as a secret service agent in the United States before quitting in disgust when politics overrode his ability to do his job. He'd been working as a mercenary-for-hire for several years before Havel picked him to fill out the tea