Insidious Ocean
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 48: villain?
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 48: villain? - 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
Several weeks later
(After Kash’s death from Prologue chapter titled “To”)
Kash is dead.
In all honesty, if you’d have told me that a few months ago, I likely wouldn’t have believed you. However, I have to admit, it’s nice to be able to finally say so.
Kash tormented my life from the moment he entered it. From that second he gave me some evil grin when I first met him, to the moment I put a bullet into his brain, his sole purpose has been to drive me mad. To test my patience until I snap.
To torment Raven until she caves into his advances. To get under Raven’s skin until he’s able to climb the ranks. To make her so uncomfortable that she’s scared in her own home.
It’s relieving to know his reign of terror is finally over. To know that there’s nothing else he can do to either of us. He’ll never lay a hand on Raven again.
Something about it doesn’t seem real.
I still remember the jobs that Adiv and I were sent out on with Kash. Where, during the first job, he snorted some coke in the car and proceeded to kill the guys we were there to deal with. We weren’t supposed to kill them, but Kash went fucking psycho and created an even bigger problem.
And then the desert job. Fucking Kash was always so Goddamned reckless and it nearly killed me more than once. To this day, I still don’t understand why Cain kept him employed. It didn’t make sense from any angle. Why he ever wanted someone so unpredictable is nonsensical.
Sometimes I like to imagine how life would’ve turned out had Kermit not been a part of this entire thing. Would I have still risen to don? Would Raven have gotten married off? Would I have even ended up with Raven? I mean, part of the reason why I was appointed to be Raven’s bodyguard—and in the closeness fell in love with her—was because Kash kept fucking up.
Obviously it isn’t the whole reason though, so I likely would’ve still ended up with Raven. I like to think our fates were intwined. That there’s nothing we could’ve done to stop it.
What if Kash wasn’t a fuck up and was the one to be promoted to being her bodyguard? Jesus Christ, I don’t even want to ponder what that would’ve been like.
Diablo’s been really good about everything. The few things I’ve requested, he’s managed to work out and allow. I think by murdering Cain and Kash, I’ve helped Diablo secure control, which is one of the main reasons the cops want to help us so much. We’ve inadvertently done them a favour or two.
In all honesty, he didn’t even seem that hesitant about granting us permission to kill Kermit. I don’t think I would’ve cared. Either way I was killing that fucking piece of shit. Ignore the shit he did to me, I simply couldn’t let him live after the shit he put Raven through.
So whether Diablo would’ve okayed it or not, I would’ve done it. If he would’ve said no, then I guess he would’ve been hunting us down because there was no alternative.
The day when Diablo came to the house and asked to speak with us, I didn’t think much about it. I figured he’d come to check on Raven because he’s always been rather good with shit like that. He’s always seemed to have a soft spot for me that I never understood until that night.
It all makes sense now. I understand why he treated me differently.
The first thing I thought of when he informed me that he’s a cop is the fact that I killed his supposed adopted son, Marco. I wasn’t sure what to expect when it came to that.
He explained to me that Marco was his partner and that, once upon a time, he looked at him like he was a son. However, as time went on with them being undercover, it tainted who Marco once was. He became addicted to many things—the violence, the money, the women, and the seemingly endless supply of cocaine.
It changed who he was as a person and over time, Diablo told me that he grew to realize that Marco’s death was inevitable. He did everything he could to try and help Marco, but it was of no use. He was too far gone. To the point that Diablo didn’t recognize him anymore.
Diablo had explained that—in moments of intoxication and in rare moments of soberness—that Marco had even shown violence towards him. It was something that caused Diablo to keep Marco at arm’s length. He didn’t fully trust him anymore, but the strong fatherly instincts he felt towards Marco were hard to overcome.
He knew that Marco blinded him to some of the more nefarious and sinister aspects of this world. He’d even briefly spoken of knowing of Marco having attempted an attack on Diablo’s life at some point. Diablo had managed to stop Marco before he could properly go through with it.
He had sneaking suspicions that it was me behind the attack. He told me that Marco had plans to kill me, simply for being in the way, which only further proves to me that I did what was necessary. He was a menace, even according to the man who treated him like a son.
He admitted that it stung to learn my guilt in the matter, but he also understood. He told me—despite everything I’ve done over the months—he sees a goodness in me that he’s never seen maintained in anyone who’s survived in this world as long as I have.
I’m not sure I agree with him, but I appreciate his help more than he could ever know. Of all the people I’ve met during this entire thing, Diablo is the one person I’ve felt inexplicably drawn to. I never understood why, but I think I sensed something different in him.
He’s always had this reputation of being evil. Diablo—the devil. And then I met him and he was kind to me, gave an outwardly appearance of being normal, yet I could tell that he didn’t play around if you crossed him.
I do wonder though, was the dead wife a real thing? He couldn’t have told that story to garner sympathy. That trick doesn’t work in this world. Not with this type of people. So was it a way to ensure that no one would fuck with him? Give him the appearance of having no weak spots? Or was it some stupid part of his story that the cops decided would be his undercover plot?
I don’t think I’ll ever know. Ever since that night, it’s created the desire to ask Diablo so many fucking questions. It’s produced so much interest in who the real Diablo is. I wonder how long he’s been undercover and why he’s still doing it because I get the impression it’s been over a decade and that can’t be easy.
How did he survive all this time? Was there ever a time he wanted to quit? Like I did?
There are so many things I’d like answers to. Shit that I’ll never get the answers to. And I have to live with that.
Although I’m alright with it. I’ve made my peace with it. If these are the terms for Raven and I’s freedom, then that’s perfectly fine. I can accept that.
I have zero qualms about leaving this life. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, however, I’ve had difficulty in finding a safe option out of it. It became so difficult that I truly thought my only exit was in a body bag.
I never gave up hope though. I simply began exploring new avenues.
If it came down to it, I would’ve died if it ensured Raven got away safely. It’s always been her life over mine and I would’ve followed through with that.
She’s never had the opportunity to have a free life. She more than deserves it. I would do anything to ensure she gets it.
I think that—even though I’ve made enemies—we’ll be safe. I have minimal worries about anyone coming after us. Our main enemies have died by our hands. The remainder of people that could seek us out, don’t exactly have much reason or resources to do so.
That is, unless Kash or Shaye’s families plan to seek revenge.
I wish desperately that this option was given to Adiv. Before he died, he was setting up an out for him and Dove. He knew about the baby and was doing whatever he could to get them to safety.
We all know it’s not that simple. Not in this world.
In another life, he was successful. He got the three of them to a safe place, got married, and is surrounded by children. He’s smiling and laughing and happy.
I miss him everyday. He was like a brother to me and I’ll hold the trauma of that day with me for the rest of my life. But I also hold positive memories of him—so many of them—that I’ll cherish until they bury me beneath the surface of the earth.
I’m so incredibly grateful for the time I got to spend with Adiv as a friend. I’m proud of the fact that he was so influential in my life. I hold the lessons he taught me close to the heart and I always will. I feel blessed to have known such a beautiful spirit.
Sometimes I wonder what Adiv would think about my becoming don. About how we ended Cain’s life. If it were the other way around—if it was me that was dead by Cain’s hand—I’m not sure that Adiv would’ve done what I did. He was always more level-headed than me in that way. High on the morality scale. Even the darkness of the mafia world didn’t taint that.
Of course, it wasn’t the same story with me.
Over the time I was don, I managed to squirrel away millions. Hidden it in such a way that no one will ever even notice it’s missing.
Another part of my stipulations with Diablo—or Chris—involved the delegating a life insurance payout to my family. Obviously, I’m not actually dead so it makes it a bit more difficult. I did, however, have a life insurance policy due to being a cop.
It would have paid out two million had I died because of work. Something typical, like a shootout. I argued to Diablo that this is the same thing. I’ve died because of work. I’ve died because all that time ago—back when I attempted to back out of working undercover—Loralei told me suck it up and do my job.
I died because of their negligence in believing and taking serious the fact that I was suffering mentally from the traumas I was facing. If they’d have pulled me out then, I wouldn’t have had to do the things I did.