Insidious Ocean
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 2: evil
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 2: evil - 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
If I thought that day in the office was the most pivotal moment in my career, I was sadly mistaken. I was beyond naïve to think there wouldn’t be something more critical.
Today is the official day—my first day undercover.
I don’t think I got a wink of sleep last night. I pray it doesn’t show. That I’m not sketchy in body language or appearance because I didn’t get any rest.
But how could I? How could I possibly sleep when I’m about to descend into the depths of hell with a smile plastered on my face?
For the foreseeable future, I have to push my morals aside and feign that I’m alright with what’s occurring around me. And not just fake that I’m okay, I have to pretend as if I actually enjoy and live for this shit.
I’ve tried to get myself into the mindset. I’ve watched a lot of movies and television shows that portray some of the violence and aggression that I believe I’m about to be exposed to. I’ve done everything I can think of—in a legal way—to desensitize myself to some of the actions without making myself a completely immoral and evil individual.
I’m not sure I could ever fully prepare for what’s coming. I don’t know what sorts of shit these people get up to. Am I about to witness Cain slicing an enemy up the length of his arms with a sharp blade to watch him bleed out? Am I about to see bones broken through skin? Nails being torn from their bedding?
I truly can’t possibly know. Not until it actually happens.
At which point, I’ll fucking need therapy.
“Don Cain?”
The man in question lifts his head and this sudden feeling washes over me, like something has wedged its way beneath the top layer of my skin and is working its way around.
“Adiv,” he greets, closing the lid on his expensive laptop to give us his undivided attention. “What can I help you with?”
The closer we get to the man, the more uncomfortable I feel. I’ve never felt like this before, but it’s not a good thing. I’ve met a lot of bad people in my life, but this man is on a whole other level.
I know that before even being fully and properly introduced.
“This is my friend I’d told you about—Luca.”
I take that final step towards him, closing the space between myself and his massive metal desk. I extend a hand in his direction, plastering on an expression that I hope conveys my excitement and ambition towards being here and being given the opportunity to work for him.
“It’s wicked to meet you,” I lie, offering a weak smile.
When his hand touches mine, a few things become apparent. First, is that he squeezes way too fucking hard. Hard enough that I fight the urge to wince as his grip crushes mine.
I can only assume he does so as an intimidation tactic. He’s trying to get into my head. To remind me of who’s the boss here.
Second, is that the feeling that’d washed over me when I stepped into his office, increases tenfold at his touch. His hand is cold—like, ice cold—and I can’t help but believe it’s because he lacks any sort of soul.
He’s just a skeleton of bone and tissue. There is no heart that resides in the caverns of his chest.
“Adiv speaks highly of you,” he greets.
“He’s gonna’ do so much good for us.”
My heart swells, he’s such a good guy. I know Adiv isn’t only speaking those words in an attempt to blow smoke up Cain’s ass. He means them. He’s always telling me shit like that.
“I look forward to seeing what you can do for us, Luca.” Though Cain speaks the words, I don’t notice much sincerity in them. In fact, in his all black suit, it almost feels as if he’s mocking me.
“I’m sure he’ll impress you.”
“I’ll do my best, Don Cain.”
He opens his mouth—about to comment something else—when his phone rings and he quickly picks it up. After a few mumbled words, he ends the call and his attention turns back to us. “Two cars need to be stolen and then raced. You up for it, Luca?”
“‘Course.”
“Great,” he folds his hands together, leaning his chair back. “I’ll have someone send Adiv the details.”
As Adiv pulls over and discreetly parks the car, I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans. I’m glad Adiv is here with me to teach me the ropes because I honestly believe I’d be a mess without him. He’s the thing that’s keeping me calm.
When he sees how nervous I am, he chuckles, “This is nothing, Luca.”
I can’t control my nerves and he knows that. Still, I hate that I’m unable to cover the fact that I’m an amateur when it comes to this. I guess at least it’s Adiv here with me and not someone else. I have a feeling if the circumstance was the latter, I’d have been caught.
“I know,” I answer, feigning a smile, “Just nervous, s’all.”
“It’s okay, I was the same way on my first job. It’ll pass.”
I know he’s right.
As I hop out of the vehicle, I try my best to remind myself of that fact.
I follow him to the trunk, where he opens it and fishes around for something. Eventually, Adiv pulls out this large tool from the depths—it’s a thin, but long piece of metal that has a handle on one end and some jagged pieces cut out on the other side. It’s something that we’re clearly going to use to jimmy open the car door.
I know what it is, but I’ve never used one.
The sight of it alone has me even more anxious, and I suspiciously glance around, worried we’re going to get caught. What the hell would we do if we got caught? What if we announced ourselves as police, only to find out the people who found us were more of Cain’s men?
There’s so many fucking scenarios and facets to this that it’s making me feel like I’m going mad.
“Those are what we’re here for.” Adiv closes the trunk and locks his car, pointing off to a house with two very expensive cars parked out front. Though the lights aren’t on inside the house and it’s dark out, I still can’t shake the feeling that someone’s watching us.
However, I don’t have time to think any of it over because Adiv waves me in his direction and then jogs across the street. He hands me the tool and tells me to use it on the first car while he goes to scope out the area.
I insert it into the door, in the space between the weatherstrip and the glass carefully. I don’t want to mark or fuck anything up. The more damage there is on this car, the more it’ll cost Cain to fix it, which means the more he’ll be disappointed with us.
Not only that, but I have to do this quickly to ensure we aren’t caught.
I’m about to give it a try when Adiv walks over and stops me, “Try the passenger’s side, there are less wires you can accidentally hook and fuck up.”
“Shit, I didn’t know—”
“Don’t worry about it,” Adiv brushes it off. “It’s a learning process, bro.”
I jog over to the other side, stuffing the tool in the same spot on that side of the vehicle.
“You’re trying to catch the locking pin. Find the bottom edge of the window—” he guides me as he speaks, “—and go roughly two inches further down.” With a jerk of his arm on mine, we hit what we were aiming for and there’s an audible sound as the lock clicks.
“Shit, it’s that easy?”
Adiv shrugs, “I mean, I’ve had some practice.” He pushes his knuckles into my arm with a laugh, “You’ll get the hang of it. Go try it on that one while I hotwire this for you.”
I shake my head, “Teach me. I need to know.”
He opens the door and leans over the center console to unlock the driver’s side door. He nods in that direction, encouraging me to hop in and I do just that. As I get comfortable in a car that costs more than two years worth of salary, he pulls out a screwdriver and points to the steering column, “Unscrew it.”
I do as he asks, pulling the access panels free as a bunch of confusing wires greet me. As I grab them, I realize it’s actually not all that confusing because there are only three groupings. Adiv informs me of which one to grab and with a few more adjustments, some wire cutters to remove the insulation from the battery wires, and a touching of two ends together that create a spark, the car starts with a quiet purr.
“Alright, give me three minutes and then pull out onto the street and follow me.”
I get more comfortable in the vehicle, familiarizing myself with the controls. I’ve never driven something this expensive and some of the buttons and shit are different from my car.
By the time I’m fixing my rear view mirror, I hear the engine behind me start up and I shift into drive, pulling onto the street. Adiv doesn’t waste a beat, speeding past me.
I grip the steering wheel, feeling the adrenaline pulsing throughout my body. My heart is racing in my chest, and my stomach is twisted in knots. Even my hands sweat, which I wipe against my jeans, readjusting my hands on the wheel.
I’ve never done anything like this before. Hell, I’ve never sat in a car as expensive as this one, let alone one that’s been stolen.
Though I’m glad that this is how I’m dipping my toe in the crime field, I’m still anxious as fuck. I’m officially breaking bad. There really isn’t any going back from this.
If I succeed at this, Cain will have me do more for him. I’ll be on the descent. I’m already past the gates.
I have to remember who I am outside of this. What I stand for. Who I’m doing this for. This is only a façade, this isn’t who I truly am.
I realize what I’m doing—stealing a car and now racing it—isn’t something absolutely nefarious, but I also understand that this is a slippery slope I’m treading on.
I take a quick second to glance in either direction, sizing up the guys I’m racing against. Adiv sits to my left, nodding when he meets my gaze. He looks ready for this. Like he’s done it dozens of times—likely because he has. This is the main thing he does for Cain.
However, he did admit to me that he’s never actually won. In all the months he’s done this, his best is second place.
That brings out the competitive side in me. It makes me want to win.
It’s not that I necessarily want to one-up Adiv—in fact, I don’t want to make him look bad—but it brings up the idea that it would look really good on my resume. I think it would help Cain take a closer look at me and what I have to offer him.
I breathe, doing what I can to bring my blood pressure down.
A woman in tight denim shorts and a tank top steps up to the front, a flag in her hand. She takes a moment to peer at each driver and then she raises her arm in the air, holding the flag high. She pauses and I feel my heart leap into my throat.
It feels as if everything around me stills. The exhausts mingled with the chatter of the crowd around us becomes background noise. The only thing I can hear is my heartbeat as it pulses in my ears.
And then she drops her arm.
I push down on the gas, racing forward as fast as possible. I don’t pay any mind to the drivers on either side of me, shifting up as I go.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.