Sly Cooper Calling Card Novels & Stories

“Don’t ever try.” My phone vibrated from my bag. Maybe it was Lake calling to laugh at me. I fished it out, but it was an unknown number. I hit the red button and sipped my drink. It was turned for Cooper to sing, but he was joined by Rocket, who was singing a hit boy band song. My phone vibrated again. It pissed me off that it came from the same number. “Hello. Who’s this?” “Before you end this call, listen to me very carefully.”

After a brief moment, Austin smiled. Compared to the invitation from the Clarks, this one was more interesting. There was only a phone number and a line of text on the invitation. The text read. "I got business to discuss with you. Jennie Cooper." Putting down the invitation, Austin pondered briefly. Eventually, he took out his phone and dialed the number. The call was connected. "Hello, is this Mr. Austin Campbell?" A slightly aloof voice came through.

"I bring Ms. Collins business, and she brings me someone to play with. Where's the problem?" She grabbed my throat, her other hand reaching for my clothes. "Relax, young man. I'll help you change." My phone slipped from my pocket and hit the floor. The call was still connected. Young Edmund had heard everything. I could hear him panting, like he was running. "Wait for me. I'm coming!" he screamed into the phone. Lydia's hand closed around my belt. As her grip tightened on my throat and the air cut off, my vision washed out in white.

“You understand that, right? This entire conversation is insane.” I nodded because he wasn't wrong, it was insane, all of it was completely insane and if I were him I wouldn't believe a word I'd just said either. Callum turned away, already taking a step back toward where Rosie was playing on the slide but then he stopped. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a business card, plain white with black text, his name and a phone number printed in clean professional font. He held it out to me without looking back, his arm extended between us like a bridge I wasn't sure I was allowed to cross.

My muscles instantly tensed, but he moved slowly, pulling out a sleek, minimalist black card and sliding it across the table toward me. “My name is Julian,” he said quietly, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that completely caught me off guard. “And while I don’t make a habit of pretending to be the boyfriend of beautiful women in coffee shops, I am very glad I made an exception today.” I looked down at the card. There was no company logo. No title. Just a name printed in embossed silver lettering, and a single international phone number. Julian Hayes. “I didn’t need saving, Julian,” I said, sliding the card back toward the center of the table.

Cooper said and made a phone call. Andrea clutched her dress tightly, she was about to break down emotionally. But she knew she really have to hold it back. She couldn't afford to right now, it will only make these people even happier and point fingers at her. They all waited in the lounge while Andrea stood still in one position like a statue. “ ring, ring, ring ” the sounds were coming from Cooper's phone. He glanced at the caller ID and it was a call from the company security. “ There must be news, ” he muttered and picked up.

As the guards attempted to carry out her order, I stood my ground, a fierce determination burning within me. "You might want to consider who sent me before you lose your job," I declared, my voice firm and authoritative. I stretched out my hand, holding out a sleek black card. The receptionist's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the card's significance. "What the heck?" she exclaimed. "This is a Black Bloody Exclusive Card with no spending limit, and it's owned by Sir Drake!"

“Up till now, and you still can't admit that you like me? I just got you a car. At least lie to me, lie and say you like your sugar daddy, baby.” I couldn't fucking breathe, as his voice was in whispers as he spoke, husky, deep, causing my insides to vibrate and confuse me. I ignored him, and even though my chest was heaving, I typed in the number and dialed it. On the first ring, we both shook to the vibrating sound of a phone ringing. “Looks like it's mine, sorry.” He reached for his pocket, picked up the call, and his eyes never left mine as he spoke into the phone.

I have to make this stop so I can get Terrence out of here. "Sorry about that," I say as I reach into my pocket and grab a business card. "Just call that and I'll take care of it." "Yeah right." The guy says as he gets up off the ground with his smashed phone. "You expect me to believe that, Sloth?"

I snickered and pulled out the divorce papers from my bag, throwing them onto her face. “I’m not your husband. When I agreed to divorce you, weren’t you perfectly happy about it? Sign it quickly before you end up in prison. I don’t want any ties with someone who has a criminal record.” Then, I turned to the police. “I don’t have anything to testify for this person. But if there’s anything you need during the investigation, please contact me. I’ll fully cooperate.” With that, I left with my parents. By now, they had pieced together most of what had happened. Neither of them asked any questions. Instead, they just comforted me.