Raven’s POV
I couldn't sleep that night. The spray-painted message kept flashing in my mind: Not so untouchable after all.
Something about it felt off. Costa’s men hadn’t just attacked—they had known exactly when to strike, exactly where to hit. That kind of precision wasn’t random. Someone had talked.
The sun was barely up when Victor walked into my office, two cups of coffee in hand. Dark circles under his eyes told me he hadn’t slept either.
"You look like s**t," I muttered, taking the coffee he offered.
"Yeah? Take a look in the mirror, boss." He dropped into the chair across from me. "You've been up all night, haven't you?"
I ignored that. "How did they know?"
Victor frowned. "Know what?"
"The club." I set the coffee down harder than necessary. "How did they know w
