Insidious Ocean
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 14: each
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 14: each - 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
RAVEN
Music thumps loudly around me, muffling out the sound of Ariah and Max’s laughter.
Yes, Ariah and I have officially gone back to strictly being friends. No more sex. I’m not entirely sure how she’s handled it—although, she seems to be okay when I’ve been around her—but I can only pray that she’s accepting it.
The last few times we were together, she’d upset me in more ways than one. Embarrassed me. Ruined my night. She was kind of an ass, if I’m being honest and it took her a really long time to grasp that her behaviour was horrendous, but she eventually came around.
However, it was enough for me to say that whatever romantic part of our relationship we kept dabbling in, was done for good. I love Ariah, I honestly do, but I don’t want to date her. She can be so much fun to hang out with and we had a lot of good sex, but when it comes to being in a serious relationship with her, our personalities clash far too much.
All that being said, Max convinced us to all get together tonight. He wanted to go to a nightclub and I was initially hesitant—for a very specific reason—but after a lot of begging and pleading, I ultimately decided to go out.
The reason I wanted to stay home and do nothing is because I’ve been worried.
It’s been about a week since Luca was officially appointed as my personal bodyguard. I guess after the shitshow of a bunch of rivals breaking into my uncle’s home and attempting to kill us all, he was impressed with Luca, so he gave Luca a promotion.
I still don’t entirely know what to think about it. Luca intrigues me. I’m obviously very attracted to him in multiple ways, but there’s something different about him that I haven’t been able to pinpoint yet.
Spending more time alongside him is something I’m both nervous about and excited for in some way. One thing I can admit is that he makes me feel oddly very safe, despite the fact that I don’t know him extremely well.
The part that worries me is that I don’t know how loyal Luca is to my uncle. If my uncle wants me confined to my room at all times, then Luca would have to follow his guidance. That, and anything I might do outside the bounds of Cain’s rules could find its way back to him because of Luca.
I don’t know what to think. I do slightly trust him, but I don’t know him enough to place my full trust in his hands.
I guess I don’t have much choice with that. He’s now almost solely responsible for my life.
Luca was supposed to be home last night. I’d overheard my uncle talking about some sort of money drop. However, nobody has heard from Luca or any of the other guys for over a day now. I’ve even tried calling and texting—I was given his number after he was made my bodyguard for logical reasons—but I have yet to hear anything from him.
Something must’ve happened out there. I just don’t know what. Thoroughly understanding this line of work, I can comprehend that there’s a possibility that they’re all dead. That they’ve been shot or killed in some way and vultures are currently feeding on their decaying carcasses out in the heat.
I don’t like the thought of it. Adiv and Luca are good people. Despite them working for my uncle, there’s still a shred of goodness in both of them.
As for Kash? He can die out there for all I care.
I thought dressing up cute and going out might help me feel even the tiniest bit better, but it’s honestly not working. Neither are Ariah and Max being drunk and having conversations that I don’t care to take part in.
“You’re right,” Ariah agrees, just as I tune back into their conversation. “Foreplay is extremely important.”
Max lifts his glass to clink it against hers, “Gotta’ fill up the pool before you free willy.”
Ariah laughs so hard at his response that she ends up falling out of her chair drunkenly and spilling her drink all over a woman’s shoes as she passes.
Whoever the stranger is, she seems overly offended by Ariah’s actions, even more disgusted as Ariah’s short skirt rides up in her movements to stand and she nearly flashes us all. Max manages to help her at the last second—not that it’d bother her, to be honest—but it’s already too late for the stranger whose expensive looking heels are stained with red liquid.
“What the fuck!” She shouts as Max hooks his arms under Ariah’s to aid her to her feet. “You fuckin’ alcoholic! Have some class!”
My mouth drops open and suddenly I’m like the meme of the guy slightly tilting his head as he slowly blinks. Her response to Ariah’s intoxicated accident has me rising to my feet in anger and annoyance as I move to face her. “Excuse me?”
“Do I need to repeat myself? Your friend is a mess. Get her some help.”
Ariah finally manages to collect herself, moving to stand beside me. “I could say the same to you, but considering how far that stick is shoved up your ass, I’d think that surgery would be fairly dangerous.” Ariah pauses, then adds, “On second thought, get it done. Do us all a favour.”
“I know you’ve never seen Louboutins, it’s okay. I’d be a tragic drunk if I was poor, too.” She flips her hair over her shoulder, admiring her false nails that are far too long for my liking.
“Nobody gives a fuck about your Louboutins.” As I state so, I casually play with my necklace, angling the tiny logo in her direction so she can see it’s about ten times as much as her heels.
All this woman gives a fuck about are her labels and how it makes her look. She’s clearly obsessed with appearance and I detest people like her.
I’ve grown up with great wealth because of my uncle. I’m accustomed to lavish gifts and things that a lot of people would kill for. Although I do enjoy them—who wouldn’t?—I understand where they come from. I get what had to occur for my uncle to be able to purchase something like my necklace for me.
I’m sure this random girl’s father or mother—or whoever the fuck buys her gifts like her Louboutins—doesn’t do what Uncle Cain does. However, people of wealth often don’t get to their status without committing some sort of sin along the way.
It might not be too serious. Maybe it’s screwing over an investor, contributing to climate change, or breaking a few laws, but I’m positive there’s been something along the way.
“They’re expensive shoes,” she reiterates, as if we didn’t catch it the first time when she tossed out the name of the label.
“You don’t have to pull the explain it to me like I’m five shit on us. We get it. Red alcohol bad for pricey shoes,” I mock.
The stranger pauses as she mulls over what I’ve just said to her and it’s so dramatic that it feels like she should have the spinning loading ... wheel suspended above her head.
Unexpectedly, she raises her arm and slaps her open palm across my cheek. The sound echoes in the space and my skin instantly begins to sting.
Though I’m pissed that this stranger would dare lay a hand on me, I’m not the type that idly stands by. I don’t fight meek like she’s doing either. That being said, I react quickly, throwing my fist straight for her face, smiling when I hear it connect with her skin.
“Sienna!” One of the woman’s friends calls out for her, gripping her wrist to yank her backwards and away from me. “Why would you do that?” The friend asks me, in complete and utter shock.
“You’re kidding, right? She laid hands on me first. She started this entire fuckin’ thing over an accident.”
“You spilled all over her on purpose and then punched her in the face. What is wrong with you?” With her hold on Sienna’s arms, she begins to guide her away from us as I scowl.
My night already hasn’t been great because I’ve been worried about Adiv and Luca and now this? The last time shit hit the fan with Ariah and Max, my uncle found out about it rather quickly. Although, I think the only reason he found out was because we’d created a scene in one of his rival’s casinos.
This nightclub doesn’t belong to any of the rival families. I checked before we came. So, unless someone invests secretly in it, there’s no possible way I could know.
My uncle wouldn’t care about that. He’d scold me for going out to begin with, never mind not doing my research ahead of time to know what does and doesn’t belong to our enemies. His logic doesn’t make any sense, but it’s his logic and he’s not going to sway from it.
No matter how much I could try to assure him that I was behaving—and was provoked before I reacted—he wouldn’t believe me. He’s always seen the worst in me and maybe that’s part of why I am the way I am.
I don’t give a shit about what other people think of me. I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t. So why not live however the hell I want and enjoy life?
As I nurse my aching hand, I glance around the club. For a moment, I swear I see Luca—his broad shoulders, his heavily inked skin, his thick hair—and my pulse skyrockets.
Until I realize it isn’t him.
When I get home, I make my way through the house quietly, ensuring I don’t wake anyone. Before we left the club, I managed to chug a few drinks. I’m still angry about that Sienna girl and the fact that she slapped me—if I discount all that she said to us as a group and her nasty attitude—which resulted in me wanting a buzz.
I make sure to stop in the kitchen on the way, where I find that Aunt Mariposa has carefully placed some light pink begonias into a vase in the center of the massive island. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and begin drinking it as I saunter to my room at the far end of the hall.
I debate stopping to visit Dove and see how she is, but eventually, I decide against it. She wasn’t feeling all that great earlier because she was suffering from a migraine, so it’s probably best if I leave her to sleep it off.
I send her a text just in case she’s awake and then step into my room to lock it and begin getting ready for bed. I get my shirt off my head and my skirt down my legs before my phone begins ringing and I charge to where I’d discarded of it at the edge of my bed before I began undressing.
Luca is flashing on my screen and I quickly lift it to answer and then press it to my ear.
“Luca—” I breathe his name through the receiver, unsure if it’s even him on the other side of the phone. My heart is already racing, despite him not having spoken a single word and as I sit on my bed, I fist my comforter in my hand.
“Raven.” His voice is hoarse, deep, sexy as he simply utters the one word.
My mind is a flurry of thoughts that I can’t decipher and separate quickly enough. “What—Where have you been? Are you okay? Does my uncle know?”
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