Insidious Ocean
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 44: ask,
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 44: ask, - 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
“Have a good night, Leah,” I smile at the last dancer as she slings the strap of her purse over her shoulder, waving me goodbye. She returns my sentiment, and then heads out the front door.
I finish tidying up the few things out of place behind the bar. When I glance at the clock, I realize that I only have a few minutes before Luca will be here to pick me up for dinner.
It’s date night again and I still have to change for the occasion.
That being said, I scurry back to my office, fixing a chair as I do so. Once I’m in the room, I unlock the cabinet and grab my dress where it’s hanging. I tear the thin plastic that encases it, removing the deep purple-coloured fabric.
I remove my business appropriate outfit—a shirt, blazer, and the blouse underneath—and slip into the dress. Once I have it pulled high enough, I quickly shimmy out of my bra, adjusting the straps on my shoulders.
I reach for the strings used to tie up the open back, but I immediately feel stupid. I can’t tie these on my own. I jam my belongings into the bag I brought with me, stuffing it back into the cabinet. I fix my hair, pulling it out of the ponytail, step back into my heels, and then switch out my earrings for some hoops.
I’m just about to attempt to do up the back myself again when the door to my office suddenly opens. Out of instinct, I twist, clutching the dress to my chest as I open my mouth to scold whoever it is.
However, my eyes find Luca—in his expensive black dress shirt, tucked into his matching slacks—and I breathe a sigh of relief.
My heart flutters in my chest at the sight of him. He’s dressed in his typical clothing, but he looks so fucking fine. There’s something about Luca Moreno dressed in all black that sends my hormones into overdrive.
“Hi,” I squeak out, loosening my grip on my dress so it falls slack.
“Moonlight—”
He’s paused on his entry into my office. His hand remains on the handle, the door halfway open. His sight rakes from my eyes, down to my heels, and back up again. He inspects every inch of me like he’s devoting it to memory, like he can’t find the words to express how much he appreciates every bit of me.
“Perfect timing,” I tell him, spinning to show him the back of my dress. “I need your help tying this thing up.”
I listen as he steps inside, carefully closing the door behind him. I feel him approach my back, sense his presence, smell his intoxicating cologne as he nears.
He gathers my hair in his hand, placing it over one shoulder to give him easier access. He delicately takes the strings and I can feel as he pulls and positions them, working his way up. The further he ascends, the more I get turned on.
When he gets to the very top, he secures his hold—one strap in each hand—and uses the hold to tug me to his chest. I gasp, my shoulders hitting his pecs and his tattooed hands finding my waist. He bends slightly, hovering over my exposed neck as he presses his mouth to the skin there.
“You look fucking ravishing,” his voice is a low growl in my ear.
I push my ass into him, pressing one hand over his while the other reaches up to run over the stubble on his jawline.
He grips my jaw, gently using the hold to twist my head until he’s able to descend his mouth upon mine.
When he pulls away, I’m breathless, but I manage to warn him, “We should get to dinner.”
He gives me this look. One that I’ve seen so many times that I can decipher it without him needing to say a word—I’d rather eat you.
But that can wait.
He smirks, going back to tying the back of my dress until it’s secured. Once he’s done, I double check my appearance in the mirror, grab my clutch and lead him out of my office.
“Raven, baby,” he calls out for me once we’re in the main space of the club, grabbing my wrist and using the hold to tug me to him.
I hum in the form of a question, leaning into him.
“I’ll just hit the washroom and then we’ll go,” he informs me, his hand lingering on the swell of my ass.
“Don’t take too long,” I plead, leaning up to give him a kiss.
“I’ll be right back, Angel.”
I watch him walk off towards the bathroom before turning towards the bar again. That’s when it occurs to me that I haven’t gone through the mail today, so I head in that direction to find the cabinet it’s kept in.
I pull the small container out, spreading the contents of it across the bar top. Bills, bills, and more bills. Electricity company, alcohol delivery, insurance—it’s all rather menial.
But then my eyes catch sight of a brown manila envelope. I glance at the front first, but there’s no sender address. In fact, the club’s address isn’t even written on it. The only thing adorned on the front is my full name, written in thick, black Sharpie.
My warning buzzers go off immediately.
Carefully, I cradle the package in my hands. For anyone else to receive something like this, it wouldn’t seem awfully suspicious. However, for the girlfriend of a mafia don to get a vague and mysterious hand-delivered piece of mail? It’s a veiled threat.
This could contain anything—a letter, incriminating evidence, medical records, a bomb that will detonate once I open it, or even a murder weapon that once I naively place my fingerprints on, can be used against me.
I’m delicate with it, weighing it. There isn’t much heft to it, so it’s unlikely it’s the latter two, although that isn’t an absolute guarantee.
Before I can ponder the decision further, my fingers are tearing open the sealed end. I angle it once it’s open, allowing several pages of paper to slide out of it.
I lift the top page in a hurry when I see Adiv’s face displayed on it. He’s pictured in a small photo in the top left of the page wearing a police officer’s uniform, of all things.
What the fuck?
Was Adiv a cop?
I glance over the details on the sheet—his full name, date of birth, and some sort of identification number that is associated with his badge. Was Adiv really a cop?
The thing is, Adiv was one of the purest humans I’ve ever known. It’s why him and Dove always made so much sense. I’m not entirely horrified about him being a cop, but it gives me mixed feelings.
I’ve always detested cops. I grew up with the mindset that they’re all pieces of shit. The corruption is disgusting, but who am I to throw stones? I’m literally the daughter of a don. He paid off countless cops in his lifetime. Which, to me, means they aren’t much different from Cain. The main difference is that they’re able to hide behind the badge and the law as if it means anything.
However, I can’t help but wonder if he kept this from Dove, what exactly does that mean? I can assume he came to our syndicate with the idea of infiltrating it, but does that mean that everything he ever did was fake? Were his feelings for Dove a cover? Something to give him some sense of immunity from Cain? Is it possible he only hooked up with Dove to try and gain insight into what Cain was up to? Meanwhile, leaking information back to his superiors?
As I think about it, my peripheral catches view of the second sheet in the stack that was delivered to me.
My heartbeat hammers in my ears, as I drop the paper in my hands and move to pick up the one I’m unable to tear my eyes from.
Because it’s the exact same paperwork as Adiv’s, only this one has Luca’s information on it. Luca, as a cop. Him, wearing a dark blue uniform with a badge on his chest that has Moreno printed on it in capitalized font.
Luca’s a fucking cop.
I read through the pages that came with it. Read about him receiving an award or decoration for showing immense compassion and having gone above and beyond the call of duty. About him passing various certifications while training—firearm use, licensing exam, and others. And finally, my eyes scan over his psychological evaluation.
His psych exam has a few important points. His integrity is highlighted—it states that he has a high sense of integrity. His moral judgment and honestly are also marked at a high scale. His intelligence is rated as an extreme asset.
The one that stands out most to me is his resilience. There’s a note about his family facing adversity. About them being carjacked and robbed within three years and how intensely it motivates him to fight back against evil.
I’m reading and reading, not entirely sure that I’m even processing the words on the papers. Luca’s a cop. He kept this from me. Kept how he came into my life on false pretenses.
Dread washes over me, like an ocean wave forcibly carrying me under the surface of the water, holding me hostage.
I mean, I never entirely thought that he had good intentions. Anybody that has survived in this world long enough doesn’t have the best of intentions. They’re usually rather self-serving.
However, I saw something different in Luca the first day I saw him. He wasn’t tainted—consumed entirely by greed, power, and vengeance. He had a softness to him that I’d never experienced in my life before.
He’s still those things.
But this—just like it did with Adiv—makes me question whether anything he’s ever said to me, whether anything we’ve experienced together is true. Are his feelings for me true? Or did he use me on his rise to the top in order to topple the Brooks’ organization from the inside? Is he planning on ratting me out to his cop buddies for literally murdering my own father right in front of him?
Is it possible that these papers are doctored? Did someone make these with some fancy editing to create chaos? There are people in this world that are paid a pretty fucking penny to make fake documents look legit.
I’m still reading it all over, attempting to process it all, when I hear a noise. I’m not even sure what it is because I’m so focused, but when I lift my head, I see Luca approaching as he fixes the sleeves of his dress shirt. He’s smiling, so I can only assume he’s said something that amuses him—likely something about sex—but once he recognizes my expression, his lowers.
“What’s wrong?” He rushes to me, his concern overwhelming. Literally rushes to me once he senses something wrong and it causes a confusing flurry of emotions to wash over me.
Is that reaction legitimate? Or is it another part of a ploy to get whatever it is he needs for the cops? For his co-workers?
I don’t know what to say. There are so many conflicting feelings and thoughts going on that I’m unsure if I can articulate it properly.
I don’t even feel overwhelmingly angry. Perhaps I should, but I don’t.
I’m not pissed off about him being a cop. Sure, it’s shady as fuck, but from a completely objective standpoint, it’s understandable why he wouldn’t tell me.
Also, I happen to believe cops are all fucking biased and immoral anyways. So that isn’t necessarily the part that bothers me.
I’m more confused than anything, but also, I’m hurt. I feel like there are parts of us that could be a lie and that’s fucking devastating. It’s breaking my heart to think that there’s the possibility that each time he told me he loved me was a lie.
With that being said, that’s the first thing out of my mouth, “Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t lie to me this entire fuckin’ time. Tell me that we aren’t a lie.” The second the words are spoken aloud, the static in the air changes.
He raises his hands up in defense, “I can explain, Raven. But the most important thing right now is that nothing about us has been a lie. In fact, I almost gave up on everything in this world—you’re the thing that kept me here. My love for you kept me here.”