Hey sorry that I haven't wrote in a long time! I hope this makes up for it :)

FULL SUMMARY-

Carmelita has been working for Contessa for weeks ever since Neyla is told her that she has been working for the Cooper gang for years. Suddenly Sly is in the same boat as she is. Both now working for Contessa and both trying to find a way out of the large estate. While they find a way to escape they soon find common interest in each other. Will the past be left behind and they soon will start fresh and new, or will Contessa and Neyla bring the evil out of both of them?

~(CPOV)~

It's hard to say whether or not I will care anymore. I lost my job all because of Neyla's big mouth, she decided to tell Contessa that I was working underground with the Cooper gang for years. Since I lost my job, Contessa has me as her personal worker. Whether I like it or not I have to do whatever she says. I haven't seen the light of night in a long time. I now live in the Contessa's estate where the only light I get is a guard's flashlight every time one walks by. I guess this is now the story of my life, serving Contessa whenever she needs something.

I walked into the graveyard with a dimmed flashlight, even though it was the only light I had I could barely see two feet in front of me. The night was blacker than the widow's emotions. I came to a vault and turned the doorknob so I could open it and come inside. The vault was colder than the night itself, and all I had to wear was old sweat pants and a hoodie that Contessa gave me to wear. Walking down the long, dark, wet hallway I heard mumbling. As I came closer I found out it was Contessa's voice. I snuck closer and closer to hear what she was talking about. Turning the corner to see what was she doing I saw someone that I never thought I will see again.

"Well Sly Cooper, its nice to see you again," Contessa cooed, "I bet you don't want to be here, huh?"

Sly was strapped down to a chair as Contessa hovered over him, her face inches away from his. Sweat dripped down his forehead like he was a slave. "Trust, if I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be here," he growled at her.

"Then why are you here?" Contessa teased, "Oh that's right, you decided to be a badass and tried to rescue Carmelita, right? Well sorry, she is mine now and you are too. Both you and her are mine. Will you ever see her…maybe, but will you too ever get out of here? Not in your life time."

I gasped. Sure I hate Sly's guts but that fact that he is in the same position as I am makes me feel guilty. I know I need to find away to at least talk to him, I can't just pretend that he is not here. The simple fact is, even if we are both in the same boat, why did he decide to risk his life for my own?