Hey everyone,
Another chapter and most of it will, again, be based on the training Sly is planning to give his new team. I will do a quick recap on what Bentley installed into the Hazard Room for him, Murray and Guru, but the main focus still lies with the Foxes. Also, they will experience a few more hurdles in their training this chapter.
That is all, enjoy,

Venquine1990
PS. Credits for this story's existence go to Kitty Petro


Carmelita's POV

The time we spend after Sly ended our training was amazing. Sly actually offered a massage to all of my family members and both Cheren and Helena commented on how amazing he was with his hands, something I know just by all the times Sly held me during the times he wasn't busy on something, the strength in his muscle very alluring.
Bentley, Murray and Guru had actually stayed in the Hazard Room for one hour before they had left the basement, Bentley had given Sly a thumbs up and the three of them had hit the shower, all of them coming back refreshed before Murray had started dinner, making me feel a little shocked over the fact we had spend all day down there.
That evening Sly had actually visited my room, knocking on my door and asking if he could come in before opening and telling me the only reason he came was to praise me again on how incredible my performance had been, especially at the end when it mattered most and kissing me goodnight with loving passion.
I had dreamed of similar kisses and other possible training exercises, my heart feeling giddy at the thought of impressing Sly even more and getting such similar treatment every time I did so, making me have a full night filled with loving and happy dreams and making me wake with a large smile stretched over my face.

By now Sly has made some simple breakfast of toast, buttered bread, sliced cheese and meats and several cans of fresh fruit drinks such as apple and orange juice, have we all had our fill and has Bentley helped Sly with the dishes before he had moved us all not to the Hazard Room, but back into the living room.
There he had stood in the door to the hallway and says: "Your training to get accustomed with your canes yesterday went absolutely brilliant, but it's not just your cane that you will have to work on. There are certain differences in behavior and movement that divines a cop from a robber and the most important of all – is stealth."

This makes me nod in understanding as Sly had always been able to sneak into enemy territory and not reveal himself until exactly the right time, having been able to even deal with Octavio in a fistfight without any of my officers noticing a few months ago and then Sly turns his back on us with his arms behind him and says:
"If you can manage to reach across the room and tag me on the hands, your stealth will be to the point of perfection. Try it one at a time, but understand that I will instantly call you out if I hear you. The door to the kitchen is closed so I won't have anything that can help me see you. You will have that advantage, but don't underestimate me."
This alone makes me feel highly excited and Bentley says: "I'm out. No way can I adapt my wheelchair to such a level that the gears don't grind soft enough for him not to hear me." And while I feel pretty bad for the chair-ridden turtle, does Cheren stand up and cross the room, taking the position that he had when Sly measured him.

He then starts to slowly and stealthily walk over, but only after four steps, does Sly shout: "DONE!" Shocking me as I had barely even heard the carpet move under Cheren's foot and Sly says: "If we were to draw a line between my back and the wall, you would be five centimeters to the right of that very line right now."
This makes all of us look from Cheren to Sly and the boy groans before he switches places with Helena, who actually manages to reach my chair before Sly shouts: "DONE!" Shocking my sister enough she almost trips on her step before Sly says: "Four steps to the south east of my favorite chair, am I right?"
My sister pouts and while I am shocked as I only heard her foot move over the floor after Sly had shouted, does my mum actually manage to get halfway past the couch before Sly shouts again and says: "Furthest yet, about three steps into the couch and half a meter from the envisioned line. Very nice, dear pupil."

My mum smiles at him and dad takes her place, yet while he takes about two steps, does Sly instantly shout: "RETRY!" Shocking us before he says: "You're putting way too much weight onto the floor. Anyone who's blind and capable of seeing through their feet would know your presence and location just by that first step."
Dad looks shocked and Cheren asks: "Is that how you've been able to sense us out all this time?" But Sly shakes his head and says: "I followed a good 40 lessons in stealth and sense improvement when I was still in my teens, 22 of which were to improve my hearing and most of them were done in nature filled environment.
That's why I chose the living room for this training; the carpet on the floor resembles a grassy field and that is the hardest environment for a thief to get through as just the softest tweak of a branch or the rustling of grass in a manner that isn't caused by the wind can alert either an officer or criminal of your location, dooming you."
Everyone nods, me wondering why Sly didn't let us train on easier surfaces before, but the Raccoon just turns back to staring at the kitchen door and dad moves back to where he stood before, taking a deep breath and trying a second time, only to get about four steps in before Sly shouts: "DONE!" Making my dad groan.

I then take his place and look at Sly, part of me envisioning how he would handle a challenge like this and then, before taking my first step, studying the closest part of my own environment, attempting to move my foot in such a way I don't actually move the soft rug of the carpet wrong and watching him when I land my step.
Sly is still with his back to me and while keeping myself to my steady, careful pace, do I take another step, my mind fully focused on the task I set for myself and when I feel confident that I got this new technique down pat, do I decide to move just that little bit faster, not trusting myself to go full speed yet, but attempting to go quicker.
A few more steps in, I feel my focus on where to set my feet and how to place them within the texture of the rug becoming a little more of a comfortable motion and I speed up just a little more, amazed that I have already reached my earlier seated chair and just when I feel ready to pace softly, does Sly shout: "DONE!"
Shocking me and making me look down at my foot, realizing that I must have placed it wrong for the Raccoon to have heard me. I then look back up and while his back is turned my way, can I almost read the excitement and pride that is coming from his form as he says: "Two steps on my side of the couch, am I right Carmelita?"

This shocks the living daylights out of me and Cheren asks: "How did you know it was her? You didn't even know it was mum when she reached halfway past the couch." And Sly again turns his head my way, his brown eyes alight with happy love as he says: "It's the way she walks. I didn't know she was that close, but I recognized her walk."
"Wait, you didn't hear me?" I ask in shock and Sly shakes his head as he says: "Not at first, no. I did hear something, but I couldn't exactly feel sure that it was someone walking. It wasn't until you grew confident in your technique that I recognized your step and realized how close you actually were. That's why I shouted."
This absolutely amazes me and while the others look shocked, does Sly send me the same look he did yesterday when I had slid down that slide pole attached to the climbing wall as he says: "You learn so fast, il mio piccolo ladro di cuori. You figured out the true technique of stealth all by yourself and perfected it and made it yours.
I never thought I would say this – especially because I sincerely loved all of our hunts and chases, Ispettore della mia Anima – but you were never meant to be a cop. You were born to be a Master Thief like me. The way you so fluidly take to the techniques and abilities required for my profession just prove that."

And while the reminder of those chases makes a pang of guilt run through my heart, does the pang get blocked from truly hurting by how much I love hearing that he still enjoyed our time together, despite of what I actually did all those years and to then hear him compliment me on my potential makes my heart soar with love.
The Guru then takes my place at the start of the room and he actually seems to replicate what I did, reaching all the way to the center of the couch before Sly shouts: "DONE!" Turning his entire form and saying: "Not bad, I definitely had trouble defining who you were, but you did lose sight of where to set your feet at those last 2 steps."
Guru nods and then Sly turns to Bentley and says: "You and Murray train together on this. You might not be able to ever catch me off guard, but you're definitely professional enough you can practice on each other." The two smile and then Sly asks: "Anyone care to try again?" All of us nodding in happy excitement as he turns again.

This all lasts for another two hours, barely any of us getting any further than the chair opposite where Sly and I usually sit and while I myself manage to take at least one step past it a few times, does Sly still manage to identify me by my footsteps by the time I get here, sending a loving proud smile my way whenever he does.
He also smiles in pride the few times that both my dad and Cheren manage to get further than before and while I manage to get past the chair, do Helena and mum manage to reach the chair and does dad manage to reach my and Sly's seat while Cheren actually makes it to the center of the couch before Sly calls it all a quit.
I look around and I can tell that both my sister and brother are a little stumped that they just can't reach the Master Thief, yet Sly seems to notice this as well and asks: "Will you two stop with your high expectations?" The two look shocked and he says: "You're training under the descendent of a 3000 year old line of Master Thieves.
I've had the last 5 years to learn everything my ancestors ever invented and the last 15 to learn everything that any Master Thief could find useful when at work. You're only just getting started and you're both only a few days away from when you were still police officers. There's a reason those two jobs are different, you know?"

At this the two sigh and Cheren says: "I guess you're right. We're just – it's – well." And while I realize that it's not my brother's pride or stubbornness that is currently rearing up, do I smile at the actual reason the two can't stand failing these lessons and walk over to Sly, the Raccoon happily hugging me before I say:
"It's just too easy for all of us to get overly excited when we hear how passionate and with how much pride you explain all these lessons you teach us. You rile us up, Ringtail and make us want to perform to your levels." Making Sly send a shocked look at a smiling Cheren and Helena, before suddenly Bentley laughs and says:
"Perform at Sly's level? Sorry, but the only one who could ever manage to do that would have to be one of Sly's ancestors. There's no way anyone else could ever live up to how high this guy is standing when it comes to abilities and techniques. I know that and I've been working with Sly for as long as I can remember."
But while Cheren and Helena seem a little bumped at hearing this, do I again feel Sly's gaze staring at me, making me turn my head his way and feeling shocked as I can actually see a confidence shining in his amber brown eyes that almost wordlessly says that he disagrees with his friend, that he believes me capable of doing so.
Feeling my heart flutter like hummingbird wings at the very thought that Sly thinks me capable of performing to his level, do I send him a grateful smile, not even caring for anything but those deep amber brown gems shining in that wild mass of grey colored fur and covered ever so slightly by that black silk mask.

Then Helena breaks the moment between us as she asks: "Hey Sly, why – well – why don't you tell us some more about your family? You know, your ancestors and what they were like as Thieves?" Sly seems as interested in this as my sister and he happily moves us back to our usual chair, seating me across his lap as he says:
"Good idea. Why don't you guys name an era of time and I'll see if I can remember an ancestor and what their specialties were and whatnot." Everyone nods and then Cheren makes me laugh as he says: "Medieval time." One of his hands on the cane that is leaning against the side of the couch as a clear indication to why he asks.

Sly smiles and says: "Sir Galleth Cooper. Founder of the Cooper Order, actual knight and recognized as such by the English Crown, having travelled all the way from Edinburgh to Birmingham. He mostly became famous for the Founding of the Cooper Order, the Cooper Cane law and the invention of the Catapult Crash Technique."
Cheren smiles in amazed intrigue as he listens to this and then Helena says: "Ancient Egypt." Making Sly smile cheekily before he asks: "Which of the two? Slytunkhamen the First or his son the Second?" And while shocked that there are two famous Coopers in that era of time, does Helena smirk in challenge and say: "Both."
Sly smiles back and then leans against the back of the chair, his hand lazily activating the recliner function of the chair as he says: "Slytunkhamen the First. Creator of my family's ancient manual and, as far as I know, the first Cooper to have ever lived. He created the Shadow Power Technique and stole from corrupt Pharaohs.
Slytunkhamen the Second was his son and was born around 1200 BC and – as I recently discovered – was the Founder of the Cooper Vault. He did resemble his father's looks and even took over the Royal Headpiece that Slytunkhamen the First stole from a Pharaoh, yet the Second made his fortune in the employ of Pharaohs, not against them."

The idea that these two made a fortune while working with opposite methods amazes and intrigues me and Bentley shakes his head as he says: "Sly and his family knowledge. Since he got the manual back there really isn't anything he doesn't know about them." To which Sly makes all of us laugh hard as he kids back:
"Hey, it's like I said. That book's a real page turner." Before mum suddenly asks: "What about Feudal Japan?" And just by the elated smile that appears on my dearest lover's face do I know that my mum hit the jackpot as the pleasure rings through his voice and he says: "That was the time of my absolute favorite ancestor; Riochi Cooper."
Instantly everyone bar Bentley and Murray lean closer and I cuddle deeper into Sly's embrace, the arm he's holding me with trembling with happiness as he says: "Riochi Cooper, Master Ninja and Master Sushi chef. Inventor of both the Ninja Spiral Jump, which is my absolute favorite technique, as well as the first creator of Sushi."
This shocks us all and Sly smiles widely as he says: "Yeah, Riochi even opened his own Sushi restaurant and became world-famous with it, even serving Sushi to people like the Shogun, yet at the same time using that same fame as a cover-up for his heists, which was further perfected thanks to his own ninja abilities."

By now I can more than understand why Sly loves Riochi above all other of his ancestors and I giggle as I say: "And you probably wouldn't mind becoming world famous for your singing if it means you can get the same cover-up as your ancestor, would you?" But by the way Sly's eyes widen, do I realize that I am wrong.
"I didn't even think of it like that. Carmelita, you're a right genius." The Raccoon exclaims, kissing me with a passionate love that right away steals my very breath and makes me squeak in shocked bliss before Sly's love reaches me through his lips and I happily wrap my arms around my favorite thief, hugging him as we kiss.
The kiss lasts only as long as we can both last without oxygen and while regaining my breath, do I happily lie my head on Sly's chest, the way one of his hands now moves over my back and sides feeling like a touch of heaven as we both regain ourselves and at the same time bask in the closeness of each other's presence.

"What about the seventeenth century – American history?" Sly hums as he thinks this through and says: "Henriette One-Eye Cooper. Female Thief who sailed the Caribbean seas with a dagger that had a Cooper hook for a handle and who stole from other pirates. According to rumors she even lost a hand and replaced it with a hook."
This shocks me and I ask: "Wait, like Captain James Hook, that famous pirate from the Peter Pan movies?" Making Sly laugh as he says: "That Captain Hook is actually a character created out of the legends surrounding my ancestor. And he's not even the only one either." We all look shocked and Sly counts down on his fingers:
"Aladdin and the Forty Thieves originates from my ancestor Salim El-Kupar, who was said to have the stealth of Forty Thieves himself. Captain Hook originates from Henriette, although she was mostly mistaken for a male as other pirates just didn't want to admit during that era that a woman had bested and robbed them.
And finally Galleth Cooper is the living representation of Robin Hood, who stole from the rich, had a merry band of thieves by his side and in the end won the heart of his beloved Maid Marian. The whole tale is pretty made up, bar the stealing and the name of the lady my ancestor fell for and continued the Cooper Line with."

This shocks the living daylights out of me as I had always loved the Robin Hood fairytales as a little girl and then Helena laughs as she says: "I got to admit it, Sly, with how you have constantly been stealing from thieves and leaving them ready to be arrested, do you almost represent a modern day Robin Hood yourself."
And while his friends laugh at the sound of this, their faces proving they have actually been saying this quite a few times themselves in the past, can I not help but tilt my head a little as I try to imagine what Sly would look like if he were to ever wear an outfit similar to that of my childhood favorite imaginary character.
However, it seems that Sly is picking up on my train of thought as he smiles down at me and asks: "Should I perhaps ask Urmilla to make us a set of outfits, my gorgeous? Because I think you would make an amazing maid Marian, yes indeed." And the thought of me wearing that vixen's incredible dress makes me turn a deep red.

Then, while Sly sends me a quick loving glance to prove how much he adores seeing me turn red like that, does he then ask: "Anymore ancestors you're interested in, people?" But then dad says: "Actually, Sly, there is something else I find my interest growing in. That family manual you mentioned a few times now."
But this seems to be the wrong thing to say as Sly sternly says: "I'm sorry, but until you guys have further progressed in your training can I not allow for you to see it. That thing was taken from me on the same day as my parents and it took me ten years to get it back. It's also filled with techniques far above your levels, so –."
My dad nods, his face showing how he understands why my beloved is so protective of it, the way his arm tenses and pulls me closer proving it to me more than to the others and then Sly focuses back on me, his eyes worried and slightly glazed, making me decide to take his mind off of the suddenly uncomfortable change of topic.

I lie my hand on Sly's cheek, catching his attention as I softly let my fingers ruffle through the fur there, the touch itself feeling incredibly pleasant and when Sly looks down on me, do I happily move face up, covering his lips with my own and loving the feel of having Sly this close and intimate with me yet again.
Feeling that I am growing addicted to kissing the man I am sitting with, do I know that part of me just wants to catch up on all the numerous occasions I could have done this had it not been for our professional differences and my fear to dishonor my family, yet the idea to catch up on lost kisses is one that makes my toes curl.
The same can definitely be said for kissing the raccoon in my arms as the way that Sly encases me in his embrace and how he lies one hand just under my hairline in the back of my neck and the other on the small part of my back while his lips tenderly brush against mine in adoring love makes me feel divine from head to toe.
My whole body tingles in pleasure, especially at the parts where Sly and I meet and where his fur touches mine and my fur bristles and ruffles up against the ministrations of my beloved and the feelings that course through me as I can actually feel Sly expressing his devoted love for me through our kiss.
The feeling itself makes me want to sigh were it not for the fact that my lips are currently sealed and at the same time adored by the only pair of lips I want to kiss and keep kissing for the rest of my life and while part of me curses my stupidity for not grasping onto this chance earlier, does this thought not really cross my mind.

This because Sly's kiss is so filled with love, devotion and a strong, underlying hint of passion I can almost feel my mind surrendering to the needs of my body, yet the way Sly holds me proves at the same time that, while the Raccoon really wants me, he is holding back on how badly he does, not wanting to go too far just yet.
Then Sly breaks the kiss and whispers: "Ti amo, mia bellissima." And I happily whisper back, my lips only inches from his own as I just want to seal them with another kiss and feel those incredible emotions that Sly stirs up within me yet again: "Y Te amo, mi novio devote." I then whisper and Sly hums in delight at hearing this.

The rest of the day passes by easily, Sly and his friends explain some of the heists they pulled together, the three of them seem adamant not to breach the subjects of the Fiendish Five or the Claww Gang, which I believe is because those were our most dangerous foes and my family and I learn what these adventures were like from their side.
The way that they tell the stories of what I remember experiencing with them amazes me as there are aspects of these adventures and heists of theirs that I never even imagined and while it feels slightly mindboggling to realize that there is so much more to being a Master Thief on the run than I knew, do I feel exhilarated nonetheless.
Exhilarated, not just because of how Sly seems to lose himself in his own stories, his voice changing tones whenever he speaks, but because this realization hitting home yet again makes me remember the dreams I had the night before, both the ones on what else Sly could possibly have yet to teach us as well as the other ones.

Wanting to tell him about these, do I decide to head for his bedchamber tonight before heading for my own, when suddenly Bentley interrupts my thought process and asks: "Eeeh Sly, what's going on?" This makes me look up from where Sly and I are still lying down on the recliner chair and Sly asks: "What do you mean, Bentley?"
And the turtle aims for something near us, making me look at where his finger is pointed and seeing only Sly's tail, which is wrapped around my upper leg and is actually flicking through some of the fur near my ankle with the tip, the feeling of this movement being similar to that when I use one of my special brushes for my fur.
Everyone looks at the tail in confusion and Sly shrugs as he says: "It's always been like that, pall. That's actually how I always knew when we had Carmelita approaching, really. What's the problem?" And while shocked that Sly's tail – in the past – alerted him to my presence, does Bentley apparently not share Sly's easy nature as he asks:

"What's the problem? Have you forgotten your weakness? Have you forgotten that incident when you were ten? I don't want to hear you screaming like that again, Sly. I thought you had worked on keeping your tail under a firm mind control. Why is it like this?" And while worried for what Bentley says, do I see Sly smile.
The smile itself seems to confuse and aggravate the turtle and Sly says: "Bentley, the reason my tail is like this is because I don't really have a weakness. At least, not around Carmelita, I don't.""What's that supposed to mean?" Bentley asks, his voice showing how he's growing uneasy due to him not knowing something and Sly says:
"In 1884 Tennessee Kid Cooper finally found himself a partner by having a female Weasel suddenly rub at the notch in his ear, making him feel stronger and better in his entire being than he ever felt. In 1330 did the son of Galleth Cooper find a partner due to this same female Raccoon softly running a hand down his spine.
In 1922 did Otto Van Cooper die after a fatal attack on his person, one where he had been held by arms and legs while crooks of an enemy line twisted and pulled at his moustache. He died after being saved by his team, yet he was fortunate enough that his beloved wife had agreed to softly rub her hand over said appendage as he passed on."

Everyone looks at the Raccoon in shock and Sly shrugs as he says: "And the same counts for my tail. If an enemy like those bullies back when I was ten were to touch my tail, it would feel as if someone shot my central nerve system with a shock pistol from right in front of my body." This makes me cringe and look up.
And I do so just in time as the loving and loyal look that I see Sly giving me, his smile one of absolute happiness, yet peace and tranquility shining in his eyes as he looks at me takes my very breath away as he continues: "Yet, if it were Carmelita – my ever gorgeous vixen – who touches the fur on my tail – that would have opposite effects."
At this I can't help but turn my face away from that enchanting face that gazes down at me and look back at the ringed tail that is wrapped around my leg, the words of Sly screaming scaring me, yet the confidence and happiness with which Sly spoke urging the small urge within me to have one hand reach out for said wrapped up appendage.

Out of the corner of my eye do I see Bentley tense, the worry and fear on his face making me want to hesitate, but then my hand does touch the incredibly soft fur on Sly's tail and just by how silky soft and warm to the touch the fur feels do I move my hand further down, softly rubbing over the tail and turning my gaze back to Sly.
The look that is on his face shocks me as Sly has his head back, his eyes closed and is moaning and actually purring, the sound itself making his chest rumble under my hand and his whole body shuddering as my hand goes up and down over his tail and the moans and purrs becoming more pleasure-filled the longer I stroke.
Feeling exhilarated over the idea that I can actually do for Sly what he did for me when he wanted to lavish me on his birthday, do I smile widely and turn my attention back to the tail wrapped around my leg, my hand gaining a bit more grip and passing over more and more fur and skin of the tail as I lengthen my strokes.

For this I am rewarded by Sly shuddering more and more, the moans and purrs that come from his throat and chest sounding like the soothing melody of a rainforest after the monsoon, when the last drops of water track down through the trees and land on several leafs before hitting the surface of the earth below.
Along with this does Sly start to speak, yet apparently does the touch of my hand on his tail make him lose all of his self-control as the words he mumbles are both in three different kinds of languages; Italian, Spanish and French, as well as uttered between hisses, purrs and moans of delight, sometimes mixing with any of the three sounds.
The sight that Sly is enjoying my touch as much as I did when he was brushing my hair and when he was giving me that massage to help me ease out my muscles is one I feel like burning into my heart and memory for all eternity and while I remember him admitting how he wants to tend to my hair from now on, do I smile as I say:
"I think we can officially make this a new daily tradition, my enjoyable Ringtail." The man moans, the sound coming from his throat proving he feels too much pleasure to respond otherwise and while I feel elated at the fact that I can turn him into incoherent mush like this, do I move my head close to his and whisper into his ear:
"From now on, whenever you want to lavish me by brushing or tending to my hair, I get to lavish you by giving your tail a good rub or stroke, deal?" And the answer I get is one I couldn't have expected for the life of me as Sly doesn't shudder, moan, purr or even garble some unintelligible set of words spoken in different tongues.

Instead of that does he use both of his hands, which had previously been clenching and unclenching from the arm rests beside us, to grab my face and pull me into a demanding kiss, his lips devouring mine with an intense passion that leaves me breathless long before Sly even starts to devour my lips with his own.
A moan like the one Sly had been uttering before escapes from my own throat as I feel Sly's lips crushing my own, the power and need to have me overwhelming me as I never thought Sly to be this strong in his grip and the appreciative groan that comes from Sly's throat and responds to my own makes me feel wanted and loved.
Trying to keep my focus where it really belongs, do I attempt to keep up my stroking gesture on Sly's tail, but then one of his hands stops mine and Sly breaks the kiss, my face heating up as he whispers: "My love, if you continue now, I will not be able to keep myself in from bonding with you and making you mine for good."

And while the thought of being in bed with Sly makes my blood sear through my veins, my hips itch to move against his and my whole body tingle with the need to have these words come true, does the relentless hold Sly has on my hand to keep it from his tail make me realize that Sly does not yet believe us ready for this step.
I move my hand away and Sly relents some of the firm hold he has on my wrist, his thumb starting to softly stroke my furred skin there as a silent apology for how rough he had held me and I smile lovingly at him at feeling this, kissing him softly once more to prove him how much I truly love the ringtail in my arms.


And enough of that!
Wow, finally a chapter that finished somewhat in time! Seriously, I'm only 7 chapters in and already this story has almost 80 pages – which for my sake is a bloody lot. Now I will admit that keeping it Rated M at the end was a little hard, but I just had to put it down as that little thing was something I envisioned a lot of times.
Yes, I believed that Sly could have a physical weakness and I felt that his tail – the most prominent and most recognizable part of him – should be incorporated into that, mostly because of the whole thing Sly explained about the ancestors and their similar so-called weakness. Does this weakness have a name?
Yes, yes it does! I call it – ahem – THE LOVER'S ACHILLES HEEL! Okay, not the most original, but give me a break the damned thing is supposed to be discovered some three hundred years ago. As if they were that inventive in that time. They were not and because of that did I decide on the name, which I think fits.
Now I do want to add that there will be another little timeskip of a few days – maybe weeks – and that I will mostly be switching between Sly and Carmelita for two reasons; 1. I love experimenting with a character like Sly. 2. They are pretty much the whole reason I made this story in the first place, so there!
Enjoy the chapter,

Venquine1990


Translation time:
il mio piccolo ladro di cuori is Italian for My Little Thief of Hearts
Ispettore della mia Anima is Italian for Inspector of My Soul
Ti amo, mia bellissima is Italian for I love you, my Beautiful
Y Te amo, mi novio devoto is Spanish for And I Love You, My Devoted Boyfriend