Dante's phone rang; he quickly reached into his pocket and answered the call without staring at it. Even with all his entourage and bodyguards, he still didn't feel safe.
"I can see you ducking down on your car like the scaredy cat you are." The unmistakable voice came on.
It was Raven.
Blood rushed to Dante's face in anger. "You fucking did this?!" He snarled, not even thinking how she got his number.
"I can just shoot into your car and kill you right this instant." Her icy voice said.
"You think you'll get away from murdering a politician? Huh?" He growled, "You'll be on every country's wanted list. You'll be hunted down and you'll be caught."
"You think I'm scared of that?" She asked, her voice amused, "I've died once, Dante. You were the ones responsible for my death… you think I'm afraid of dying a second time?"
"I don't give a fuck of what gibberish you're spewing if you ever…"