Insidious Ocean
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 16: when
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 16: when - 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
It feels as though I’m being called into the principal’s office. Like I’m in trouble for talking back to the teacher or being late to hand in a piece of homework. That’s the only way I can describe it as I sit in a chair just outside the room where my uncle conducts his business.
Leo had to come and get me from my room—which is still the guest room because we’re not done renovating and cleaning up mine. Early, I guess, because now I’ve been waiting for a few minutes and it’s irritating.
I notice a new piece of art leaning up against the fireplace in the living room as I passed it. I can’t be sure if my uncle’s bought it or if he’s giving it to someone else, considering it hasn’t been unwrapped yet.
It depicts a tall single tower, with storm clouds approaching in the distance of the sky. It’s ominous, but beautiful and I can’t help but wonder what it could possibly represent or if the artist simply took inspiration from their surroundings and it doesn’t necessarily have any deep meaning.
I’m not sure how many minutes it’s been, but finally Leo comes back out and waves me inside.
I’m not quite sure how to put it into words, but the second I pass the threshold of my uncle’s doors, I can tell that something isn’t right. It feels like there’s a shift in the air with that one single, simple step, even though that isn’t entirely logical.
I move to sit in one of the chairs across from him, attempting to make eye contact, but he avoids it. There’s no way that’s a good sign either, right?
“My dear, wild niece—” His tone. With only four words, I know that tone well enough to decipher that I was correct in assuming that this isn’t going to be good.
The first thought that flashes through my brain is whether this has something to do with Kash. Considering it’s the most recent thing to happen, I can’t help but wonder if my uncle is mad at me about something related to that. Is he going to blame me for the situation?
The second thought that crosses my mind is Luca. Despite the fact that I know I took insane steps to cover my tracks and make sure nobody was aware of the fact that I was at Luca’s—hell, I even turned my phone off, planning to use the excuse that it died if Cain was to question me on it—there’s an uneasy feeling that washes over me.
There’s no way he could know. If he did, he wouldn’t be having this conversation with me. Not unless Luca was already dead.
“You pulled another stunt and I can’t stand by idly anymore while you do whatever you possibly can to tear my business and this family down. How many times have I warned you that when you do shit like this it puts us all in danger. We are in such a position that everything you do blows back on me. This isn’t a fuckin’ joke.” The last line is spoken with a precise clip, as if he’s only getting more enraged as he speaks.
And how many times do I have to tell him that I’m not doing shit on purpose? I’m not purposefully seeking out opportunities to fuck with his precious money.
If I was, he’d fucking know it. I’d make no mistake in ensuring that he knew who was behind his empire crumbling around him.
I want to bitch him out, but I don’t. I keep my mouth shut, glaring him down from across the surface of his desk. I should carve my name in the top of it, or do something far worse that’d bother him so much that he’d want to destroy or replace it.
“Do you know what you did, Raven?”
I shake my head. “I haven’t done anything.”
What could I have possibly done? I was held hostage not that long ago and I was the victim there. As for Kash? I was a victim there too. I had nothing to do with either instance other than the fact that other people had it out for me. I didn’t initiate shit.
“Oh, but you did.” He leans towards one of the drawers and I listen to the familiar squeak of wood against wood as he yanks it open. He grabs a thin stack of papers and tosses them down on the surface between us.
That’s when I realize they’re photographs.
I spread them across his desk as I glance at them and what has been photographed. They tell a story of a night that I thought didn’t mean anything.
They depict the night that I went to the club with Ariah and Max. They’re showing the events that occurred after Ariah spilled her drink on that girls’ shoes. I don’t even recall her name, but the way the photos are pieced together, it seems as if we’ve approached her and picked the fight.
“What—” I stumble over my words, confused. “I don’t—she’s the one who lost her shit over an accident. I don’t even know who she was.”
“You punched her, Raven.”
“Because she slapped me first! For no legitimate reason!”
My uncle sighs, in a way that I’ve heard far too often. It’s an exasperated sound that signals to me that he’s fed up.
“Her name is Sienna Cardoso,” he explains and my stomach plummets.
Fuck.
It’s no wonder he’s so upset with me. After Ariah made a mess in Cardoso’s casino, he was livid with me. However, I didn’t know that this woman was related to him. How could I have? I’ve heard he has a massive family, so honestly, how could I have known?
I literally did all the research I could before I went to that nightclub. I made sure that it didn’t belong to another family. I never anticipated to get into a physical fight with someone else.
“Uncle Cain—” I try to defend, but my mind is jumble. “I didn’t know—I checked before we went, it didn’t belong to any family. I swear—” I’m not even sure if I’m making sense at this point, but I’m desperately trying to get my thoughts out.
“To start with, you snuck out.”
He’s right, but what does he expect? For me to be trapped in this prison constantly? Sure, it’s a mansion, but a prison is still a prison, no matter how extravagant and large it is.
“And then you punch Diablo Cardoso’s cousin in the face.”
“Cousin?” I question. What does he mean she’s a cousin? Is she like his sixth cousin, twice-removed or some shit? He’s probably in his fifties and she’s my age.
“I made sure to check the footage. Sienna managed to keep it from him for a few days, but he eventually found out and he’s not happy. After the incident at his casino, he was pissed and he’s sworn to seek out revenge if there’s even one more slip up.”
These fucking egotistical assholes. Do they not understand that accidents and misunderstandings happen? Of course they don’t, it’s a constant battle of whose dick is bigger. Fucking embarrassing for a bunch of middle-aged misogynistic men.
“I’ve spoken to Diablo and we’ve come to an agreement to fix your fuck ups. It’s time for you to fulfill your duty to this family. To correct the wrongs you’ve made and not only strengthen the bond we have with the Cardoso family and their connections, but to minimize the target you’ve put on us.”
This feeling burns at the base of my spine. It’s as if my body is sensing danger and knows that I should get the hell out of here. My fight or flight response has been triggered, causing the hair to stand on the back of my neck.
“Let me be the first to congratulate you,” a sickly poisonous smile spreads across his face, like a venomous snake preparing to sink its teeth into my skin. “You’re engaged to be married, Raven.”
“W—What?”
“You’re to be married to Diablo’s son, Marco. It’s a bond to ensure peace.” He releases the words into my world as if they have little meaning, as if they aren’t armour-piercing bullets that aren’t returnable. As if they don’t hold unspeakable and unpredictable consequences.
This feels as if he’s just cut into the flesh on my chest, taken a chisel to the bone that resides beneath it, and violently dug around inside until he found my heart just to squeeze it forcefully. My throat is tight and my chest hurts because he’s just taken my entire life—my whole world—and distorted it to his liking.
I’ve always know that women in the mafia aren’t valued. I’d been robbed of that naïve belief years ago. I’d always hoped that by the time anything could happen to me, I’d be a million miles away. I refuse to submit to this archaic bullshit.
I distinctly remember even saying something about this to Luca. I was merely joking when I’d told him that Cain would probably marry me off, but it seems as though I’ve manifested my own fate.
The thought of going to another family tied to the mafia terrifies me. I’ve grown up suppressed under my uncle’s thumb. He’s had control over nearly every aspect of my life. I’m not stupid, I understand that men in the mafia are often violent, angry, and don’t respect women like they should.
Why would I want to go from one family to another? I’ve been exposed to Cain’s tendencies towards me basically my whole life and I’ve always believed it to be hellish. How can I expect to continue in a new family? One whose rules, values, and life I’ll have to learn?
I’ve never been the type to follow anyone’s command and that’s why he’s doing this. Does he not understand that I still won’t follow someone else’s rules? I won’t bend and break, especially not for someone I don’t care for, or who isn’t family.
There used to be days when I’d hoped that I would get out of this life. That I’d be able to live somewhere that didn’t involve guns, violence, and misogynistic men. I wanted some sense of normalcy, despite this being my idea of normal considering it’s what I’ve grown up in.
I gave up that dream a long time ago. Once I was of legal age, I’d wanted to leave. To go to university, to make proper friends, move out into my own cute, little apartment, to date and figure out who I was—like a typical young adult.
Cain put a stop to that very quickly. If Dove or I moved out, we were seen as abandoning the family. He wouldn’t be able to control us as easily and we were forced to come back home.
I managed to convince Dove to go on a tour of a university once, with the hopes that we could go together, live in the same room, and be like the students I’ve seen on movies. However, Uncle Cain found out we’d gone and he threatened Dove and I when he heard the news. It scared Dove so much that she never spoke of the idea again.
That wasn’t long after he’d nearly killed Dove’s secret boyfriend. I still vividly remember that day and hearing his voice bellowing through the halls. His office is soundproof, but he’d left the door open and I’d never heard him that angry before.
She’d found out that Cain had her boyfriend beaten up—had nearly every bone broken in the poor guy’s body. He was in the hospital for months as he recovered. We never spoke his name again, just as he never spoke again from having his windpipe essentially crushed to dust.
It scared her straight. Since that day, I’ve never managed to be able to convince her to do anything even remotely against Cain’s rules.
“I will not marry a Cardoso,” I snap, clenching my teeth with anger. It causes a bolt of pain to zap along my jaw, but I barely feel it because I’m so enraged with the thing—I refuse to call him a man, because he is a fucking waste of skin—sitting across from me.
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