Raven’s POV
The city belonged to me. The streets, the businesses, the people—they all answered to my name. But tonight, someone who used to be a bone on my neck, seems to choke me tonight.
Costa.
The message came through just as I was leaving Tiara’s house. The old man wants a meeting.
I clenched my jaw, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Why now? Costa was my rival, dangerous, but he was starting to lose the street to me.
what was he up to this time around?
I hit speed dial, putting a call through to my right-hand man, which he answered on the second ring.
“Boss?”
“Why does Costa want a meeting?” I asked, my voice low.
“I don’t know, Boss. But it can’t be anything good.”
I tapped my fingers against the wheel, considering. Declining the meeting would make me look weak. Accepti
