Insidious Ocean
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 45: who
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 45: who - 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
I try to open my eyes, I do. I attempt to three times before I manage to finally open them to some degree, but the light that surrounds me seems absolutely blinding and I slam them shut, wincing.
I lift a hand to my head out of instinct, feeling the throbbing, pounding pressure in my skull. It starts at the base, spider-webbing its way up the back of my head to my forehead.
I try to lift my chin, but even doing that makes me feel both nauseous and dizzy. Like I’m having the worst migraine of my life.
What is going on? Where am I? The last thing I recall is being at the club. I found a bunch of paperwork that showed Luca and Adiv were cops. Luca and I talked about it and—
My mind goes blank.
Something must’ve happened. But why does my head hurt so much? What the hell happened? And where is Luca?
I breathe deeply, doing my best to keep calm. I need to figure out where in the hell I am before I start freaking out. I struggle, trying to force my eyes open again. This time I finally manage to get the one open and once it has its time to adjust, I do the other.
I’m in a small room. The blinding light isn’t from windows—like I would assume—but it’s from this fixture on the ceiling that can only be described as overkill. Fluorescent bulbs so bright you’d think someone was performing brain surgery in here.
I’m laying on a small twin-sized mattress on the floor in the corner of the room. There’s a large bucket nearby and that’s it.
It’s like a prison cell. Only prisoners have it better because they have a functioning toilet, not a fucking bucket.
I move to sit up as slowly as possible. It makes me feel light headed and my vision blurs intermittently, but I manage to eventually do it. Once I’m fully seated, my head throbs like someone has stuck my skull in a vice and twisted the lever round and round until the jaws are squeezing the life out of me.
The pain originates at the back of my head and I instinctually reach there. I hiss when I touch something so sensitive that it must be a wound. When I bring my fingers before my eyes, I recognize the flakes of dried blood.
I must’ve been hit in the back of the head with something.
That’s when I recognize that I’m in the dress from last night. Was that even last night? Or has it been days?
I’m still dressed for the date Luca and I were going on. So what happened between then and now?
I recall finding the envelope with information on Luca and Adiv. I remember discussing it with Luca, of him explaining why he kept it from me. I wasn’t awfully angry at him, but I had a million questions that I wanted answered. I recall Nero stepping inside—which was out of character—and then Luca and him heading out to the street where there was some commotion.
I think I went to my office after that. Is that where I was hurt?
As I glance around the space, pondering how I arrived here and where the hell I am, it occurs to me that I’ve been kidnapped. It’s fairly obvious that someone must’ve struck me in a vulnerable moment and somehow managed to get me away from Luca and all our security.
Why? There are copious reasons why. Who? It could also be anyone. We have far too many enemies to immediately single out anyone.
The room I’m in lacks any sort of window so I’m unable to stare outside to try and decipher where I am, which leaves me with little. I think the only way I’ll be able to try and piece together what’s going on is whenever whose taken me shows themself.
It feels extra isolating being in a room with minimal things. Isolation like this is the furthest thing from safety, too. The thought that if no one knows where I am, or how to find me, or even if I’m alive means the exact thought that I don’t want to consider—I’m dead.
However, I know that even if Luca got told I was dead, he wouldn’t cease in his search for me. I know he’d be relentless and he’d make sure my body—alive or not—was back with him.
As I’m peeking into every corner in the room for something to help me, there are footsteps in the distance followed by the sound of a key and I straighten up, taking a step backwards away from the door. It slowly opens and I can’t hide my lack of surprise when Kash fucking steps into the room wearing the most disgusting smirk I’ve ever had to witness.
And that’s saying something when I nearly married Marco.
Like a fly around shit, I can’t seem to rid Kash from my life.
It’s embarrassing to my own ego that Kermit is the one who managed to kidnap me. Jesus Christ, I must be slipping because this is ridiculous.
My head throbs, a reminder of him striking me in the back of my head when he took me from the club. Knowing it was him only increases my craving to kill this piece of shit.
“Good afternoon, Rae. How lovely it is to see you.”
I narrow my eyes. “Fuck you, Kash.”
“Ah, to think how different things would be if that’d happened. I would’ve been king. And you wouldn’t have been a pig fucker.”
Fucking gross.
“Do you ever shut up?”
“I don’t need to. I have you right where I want you, Rae, and that means you’re forced to listen. Especially considering that the two of you stole everything that belongs to me.”
“Is that why you did this?” Fucking dumbass. “You think that, what? Luca’s gonna’ sign over the kingdom in return for my departure home?” Although, to be honest, I think if Kash has his way, the only way I’ll be returning home is in pieces.
“No,” he admits. “The best way for me to become king is to kill the king. And like a Phoenix from the ashes, I’ll rise straight to the top.”
Hearing his bullshit makes my head ache even more.
“I had to do this, Rae. I don’t have any other choice. Your pig boyfriend needs to be stopped.”
Just to taunt him, I ask, “And why is that?”
“‘Cause he’s a fuckin’ cop!”
I laugh, “You and I both know it’s more than that. You’re simply using that as an excuse to turn everyone against him and attempt to take him down.”
“‘Cause he doesn’t deserve to be at the top! He never did. I spent years working my way up under Cain!”
“Exactly what I’m saying, Kash. You’re mad that he’s better at it than you.” He doesn’t say anything to my accusation, so I continue. “So you concocted this scheme to try and tear him and I apart. I don’t know what you were thinking I’d do once I found out he’s a cop, but guess what? I don’t fuckin’ care. It didn’t magically make me fall out of love with him and run into your arms.”
That hits a nerve.
I always knew he was attracted to me—remember him assaulting me in the hallway when I’d just come inside from the pool?—but I didn’t realize it was that intense. I’m not even sure if he’s completely angry about Luca’s rise to power more than he is over the fact that Luca got me.
His ego is more bruised because he didn’t get the girl.
“I was wronged, Rae. He robbed me of everything I was promised.”
Promised? Was I promised to him too? Did he make some deal with my father?
“In your fucked up brain, you’ve managed to warp yourself into some sort of victim. Some woman abusing, sneaky, disloyal, adrenaline junkie, addict.”
He’s fucking delusional. Trying to one-up everyone in the victim Olympics. In his own warped little world, he wins gold every time.
But I guess—like Luca once said about Marco—a snake safe in its own lair hears nothing but its own rattle. By Kash surrounding himself with yes men, he never has anyone challenging him. It feeds into his delusions, encourages him to do these things, makes him king victim.
In other words, he can be king alright—just like he wants—only he’s king of fucking Delusionville. Population: him and Shaye.
“I’m not a victim. If I was a victim, I’d be all alone and I’m not the one alone right now.”
“Okay, Kash, whatever you say.”
Why feed into the delusions? It’s like trying to explain rocket science to a cat.
I don’t think he realizes that without Shaye, Kash is by himself. The men who work for him surely see his true nature and they’ll backstab him the first moment they get. If their leader holds no loyalty to anyone, why would they hold loyalty to him?
Kash still hasn’t figured out how important allegiance and respect are in this world. Without them, you have nothing.
There’s no reason for anyone to do anything for you, especially if they feel as though they aren’t gaining anything from it. The men of this world do things for one reason—to further themselves. They’re all attempting to climb the ranks, to earn more money, so unless they sense loyalty from their boss and a sense of respect towards him, they don’t give a shit.
“You’re the alone one, Rae. Stuck in this tiny room. You’re secluded, miles from civilization. Luca won’t come to save you. He’s not gonna’ find you.” He wears a sick, twisted smile as he speaks.
He thinks he’s intimidating, but he doesn’t even make me flinch. “You won’t keep me here forever,” I point out. “What’s the point in kidnapping the trophy if no one will ever know?” His eyes narrow once I ask the question, but he keeps his mouth shut. “No one will ever see the one thing in life you have to be proud of. The one hairbrained scheme that you stumbled ass backwards into successfully.”
I can see my words affect him, but he keeps a tight lid on his emotions. He’s easily wounded by words, imagine if I’d actually done something.
This pattern with him is always the same. Like a goddamned ouroboros consuming its own tail, he messes up, does something massively fucking stupid, shit hits the fan, and he plays the victim and denies any and all culpability. It’s no wonder he’s spiraling and doing the dumbest thing possible like kidnapping me, his life is a constant revolution of chaos and it all begins with his incessant narcissism.
“Don’t inflate your significance in this world, Rae.”
I chuckle at his attempt to damage my self-confidence. “Kermit, if I wasn’t significant to your little plan, I wouldn’t be here right now, would I?”
This guy’s so fucking dumb. I can’t begin to figure out how he kidnapped me in the first place. Must’ve been a right time and place sort of thing because there’s no way him and Shaye planned this out and were successful.
I mean, for Christ’s sake, Kash’s mom and dad are probably first cousins. I imagine the only thing taboo in his house is reverse cowgirl because you don’t turn your back on family.
There’s a crude Fast and Furious joke in there somewhere.
Kash closes some of the space between us, using his stature in an attempt to threaten me since his mouth is doing fuck all. “You need to tread carefully. You’re playing with fire, Raven Brooks and you’re about to get third degree burns.”
I stand my ground, not budging an inch. “Has your tiny brain forgotten already, Kasimir? Luca handed me the lighter—I’m the one who lit the fuckin’ flames.”
He reaches a hand up to run a knuckle along my cheek, but I slap his hand away. “Luca’s tainted you, my darling Raven.”
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