Insidious Ocean
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 9: two
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 9: two - Who is the true villain in this story? Luca Moreno has always believed in justice, which is why he became a cop. Now undercover in the Brooks family’s criminal empire, he plans to destroy it from within. But when he meets Raven, the Don’s niece, everything changes. As his morals blur and innocence erodes, Luca must face who he’s becoming—and who the real villain truly is.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Humor Oral Sex
LUCA
As I stand in Cain’s office, awaiting our orders on what we’re to do next, I can’t help but wonder when this will get easier. By this, I mean being in this room and with Cain’s presence. My skin still erupts in goosebumps and it feels like bugs are scampering across my body.
“I need someone to go to Reiss’ place.”
“He behind on payments again?” Adiv inquires with a scoff.
I want to ask all sorts of questions—like who Reiss is and what exactly his place is—but I know better. I don’t want to look like an amateur, like I’m out of the loop, so I keep quiet. I’m sure Adiv will tell me everything I need to know once we’re out of Cain’s office.
Cain’s gaze shifts over to me. “Two weeks.”
It sounds like they’re discussing Cain’s loansharking business. Unless he’s gotten himself into a protection racket, but as far as I remember, I don’t think he’s taken his business in that direction thus far.
I’m not sure what is expected when it comes to this. I haven’t been sent on this type of job yet. Considering these people are in the mafia and prone to violence, exactly how violent does it get? I reckon it can’t possibly be any worse than what Cain exposed me to with Dario.
“You’ll go with Kash,” Cain adds. “Go now.”
I sense Adiv’s mood shift at the mention of Kash, but he hides it well, likely not wanting to react in front of the don. Adiv has told me that Shaye and Kash are assholes, but it’s not as if we can go against Cain’s orders.
With a simple nod of his head, Adiv spins on his heel, waving me to follow behind. Once we’re outside his office and the door is securely closed, I finally open my mouth. “Who is Reiss?”
“Reiss owns a skate shop on Second. He’s a gambling addict. Keeps borrowing money from Cain, but never pays on time.”
“And Cain hasn’t killed him yet?” Adiv twists his neck to glance at me, so I further explain, “If he’s not making his payments, how many chances is he gonna’ get?”
“He always borrows and he has lots of connections. I think that’s the only thing keeping him alive. Otherwise, no doubt, Cain would’ve offed him the very first time he was late.”
“Are we just talking to him?”
Adiv sighs, “It depends. If he doesn’t have the cash to pay up today, it might get physical.”
He must see my apprehension. After Dario’s torture and subsequent death, I don’t like the sound of any brutality. Although I don’t think Adiv would bring it to that level, we have Kash with us and Adiv has said he’s famously unpredictable. I don’t have a good feeling about it.
“Don’t worry, it’s only a few punches. Injure them too seriously and they won’t be around to pay anymore. It’ll piss Cain off.”
He’s right. Dead men can’t pay their debts. Everyone knows that, it’s common sense.
“And Kash?”
“What about me?” Speak of the devil, he pops out from near the garage in perfect timing. He’s wearing a mischievous smirk—one that I have a feeling is a permanent fixture on his face. “You guys talking shit about me?”
“No, just filling Luca in on what’s going down today.”
“Reiss’ place, right?”
Adiv nods. “Cain wants us to go now. We’ll take my car.”
We all head out to the driveway out front, quickly hopping into Adiv’s vehicle. It only takes a minute or two before we’re speeding down the freeway.
Kash pulls out a tiny vial filled with white powder and I fight the shocked expression that appears momentarily on my face at the sight of the drugs. He forms a fist with one hand, carefully tapping the opened vial along the bone of his thumb. He then puts the vial away and uses his free hand to press his one nostril closed before he snorts the cocaine—half ingested into each side of his nose.
He sniffs a few times, wiggling his nose. Turning to me, he extends the powder in my direction, “Want a bump?”
How generous.
I shake my head, deciding I need a smoke. “I reckon it’s better to do this with a straight head.”
Kash scoffs, “What? You gonna’ tattle on me?”
“Nah, I just don’t wanna’ fuck this up, s’all.” I give him a stern look, not liking that, not only do I not know the man, but now he’s high. He was already unpredictable before because I can’t possibly know how he’ll react considering I met the guy five seconds ago, but now he’s intoxicated on a drug infamous for making people capricious.
He laughs humourlessly. “Don Cain’s lil’ pet.”
I drag on my cigarette and a momentary thought flashes through my mind to take the lit end and press it to the bare skin exposed on his neck. “I guess that’s why he’s sending me on jobs you worked months to get put on, yeah?”
He clenches his jaw, clearly annoyed with my response.
Sorry, I only spit facts, mate.
“If that offends you, that’s a you problem. I ain’t got shit to do with it. I’m not you. I don’t go around badmouthing everyone else in an attempt to get in good with the boss.”
I can’t even say for sure if he’s been chatting shit about me, but Adiv has told me he probably is. Adiv said Kash is infamous for being an asshole. He’s sneaky and he’ll do about anything to scratch and claw his way to the top.
Considering the fact that he’s been so terribly cold towards me in the short amount of time we’ve spent together, I’m positive he doesn’t like me. It’s obvious. Although I’m not here to make any friends, I’m not about to bend over backwards to be nice to a guy that won’t help me get anywhere positive. Hanging around him will only bring me trouble.
I’m trying to avoid trouble. I don’t need that type of annoyance in my life.
Like the fact that Raven followed me. Followed me and then showed her concern for my wellbeing. It disarmed me that someone was able to see so clearly what I was feeling, especially since I don’t know her well. I thought I was concealing it better than that.
I felt some sort of weird connection to her in that moment. As if she deeply understood the traumas I’d experienced in the basement of her home. Like Cain had subjected her to witness his violence too in some way or another.
I’ve said from the beginning that I believe it’s important to connect to at least someone within the family because it gives me that extra layer of protection if I were to ever screw up. However, I didn’t ever expect nor want to get as intimate as Raven and I did that night.
Something about being around her disarms me. It brings down the guard I’ve forced up whenever I’m around anyone who doesn’t know the real me. That defensive shield crumbled away like she’d placed a bomb right in the center of it and watched as it destroyed with a simple question.
When she kissed me, I was shocked. There are so many things wrong with it and Cain murdering me in a manner like he did Dario if he found out was at the top of my list.
Although, admittedly, those thoughts faded away very quickly. There’s some sort of spark between us, like I’ve never felt before in my life and the second her mouth connected with mine, everything else faded away and I became a normal guy in a bar, hanging out with a woman that I happen to find strikingly attractive and fascinatingly intriguing.
It was a vulnerable moment after a traumatic event that is still haunting me. I have to keep my composure whenever I’m with her—and I know I’ll see her again—because if I don’t, it could be a manner of life or death.
I can’t even begin to imagine Cain’s reaction if he found out.
Cain did find out about the owner showing up and attacking me—Adiv, Raven, and I never spoke a word about Raven being there—and it was dealt with. I can only assume Cain sent someone to have the man killed. He saw too much. I’ve tried to fathom a scenario where Cain would keep him alive, but I don’t think the man has that sort of kindness in him.
“Is there something you’d like to say to me?” Kash narrows his eyes in my direction, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Didn’t I just say it?”
Jesus Christ, the man really doesn’t need to be doing coke. He honestly can’t afford to lose any more braincells. The two he has are already fighting to stay alive.
“Enough, guys,” Adiv’s voice is stern, like he’s the boss. Although, considering he’s my best mate, I don’t take any offence to it. I didn’t want to start this shit with Kash. He’s the one pushing my buttons and being irresponsible. “We’re here.” As he announces so, he pulls into a parking lot with a secluded building.
I see various displays in the window—it’s obvious they sell skateboarding gear. It only makes me more curious who Reiss is and why he feels the need to borrow from Cain. I know Adiv said he has an addiction to gambling, but there isn’t someone else he could get a loan from? Someone who won’t kill him when he’s late on a payment? Or better yet, get the help he needs so he can turn his life around and get out of the hole he’s clearly dug himself into?
When I get out of the car, I take one final drag on my cigarette before tossing it to the ground and killing it beneath the sole of my shoe.
Stepping into the skate shop, we’re greeted by one lone man who stands at the counter. He’s wearing a name tag—Brady. His face pales slightly when he sees us entering, which only assures me he’s aware of exactly why we’ve arrived.
I don’t miss the sound of Kash flipping the switch on the open sign to off, followed by the hollow echo of the lock sliding into the chamber. It faintly reminds me of that nail plunging itself into Dario’s chest and I form my hand into a fist, squeezing tightly as I close my eyes and breathe through it.
“Adiv, Kash—” Brady finally speaks, clearly nervous. “I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”
“When your boss doesn’t make his payments, it’s fair game for us to show up at any time.” Adiv stands a little taller, his voice a lower octave that I recognize from when he’s interrogating potential perpetrators.
It’s then that I decide to take a bit of a back seat to whatever’s about to occur. I’ll let Adiv and Kash handle this while I observe so I’m able to mentally take notes for future reference. I’m positive I’ll be sent to do this sometime again, so I reckon it’s important to know. To be able to mimic the intimidation techniques and avoid the ones that out me as a cop.
Kash yanks one of the skateboards off the wall and I listen as the wheels hit the hard flooring. He steps onto it and then begins flying around the store, crashing and bumping into displays as he does so.
“Get Reiss,” Adiv demands, just as Kash sends a rack of shirts careening across the floor. He laughs, in this cackling sort of amused way.
“Reiss! Get your fuckin’ ass out here!” Kash yells out, getting off his skateboard to carry it as he walks to the back of the store. He gets right to the door marked Employees Only before it opens, revealing two more men.
Kash cocks his arm back, swinging the skateboard directly at the taller man’s head. It hits his skull with a crack! that makes me wince. He groans, reaching his hand up to touch the blood that’s begun seeping from the fresh wound. “What the fuck, Kash!”
Kash smiles in the same way that Cain does.
Kash high on coke is a roaring tsunami intent on laying devastation in its wake. He’s ready to tear trees from their roots, crumble foundations of homes, and create such chaos that nobody is able to recall the calm before the storm.
I don’t fucking trust him and I know I’m correct in that assumption. I barely know the man, but I’m still absolutely positive down to the marrow of my bones that I shouldn’t have any faith in him.
When I glance at Adiv, he doesn’t seem too overly concerned with Kash’s behaviour, so I keep quiet. As much as I reckon we don’t need to jump to physically injuring someone so quickly to get what we need, two things—first, Kash is high and it isn’t likely we’ll be able to calm him down easily, if at all, and second, I’m the one with little to no experience at this, which means I’m going off what the other two are doing. I don’t really have any right to say what is or isn’t the right way to do shit.
“Twenty grand, Reiss. I shouldn’t even have to remind you at this point.” This side of Adiv intrigues me. He’s always been a super nice guy, so how does he handle these situations without them appearing to affect him like they do to me? Is he simply better able to hide his feelings? Is he so used to it that it doesn’t faze him anymore? Or do I need to reevaluate who I thought Adiv was?
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