Raven's POV
I didn’t move right away. My gaze stayed fixed on the words, burning into the wall. The spray paint was still fresh, the message bold and unmistakable. *Not so untouchable after all.
Costa was sending a signal—he wanted to shake my confidence, rattle me. It was a classic move.
But I wasn’t shaken.
“Get it cleaned up,” I said, my voice low and controlled. “We’ll keep this quiet for now. No need to give him more ammunition.”
Victor was already there, reading the room, his expression unreadable. “You don’t think this is a declaration?” he asked, his tone cautious.
I met his gaze, narrowing my eyes. “It is. But it’s not the war he thinks it is.” I paused. “He’s showing his hand too soon.”
Victor grunted, running a hand through his hair. “You’re saying he’s making a mistake
