Insidious Ocean
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 4: must
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 4: must - 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
The moment Raven seats herself in my car, I quickly realize one thing—photos don’t do some people justice.
Raven is one of those people.
If I thought she was gorgeous in a photograph, then she’s ethereal in person. Her hair is thick and shines like it’s the softest thing that exists on earth. Her eyes are like the most beautiful and delicate of sea glass. Her lips are full and plump and I instantly feel the need to kiss her.
But there’s no way it’ll happen.
She’s the Don’s niece.
Despite that fact blaring in my head like an air horn with flashing red lights, I can’t take my eyes off her. In fact, I’m almost stunned into some sort of freeze frame moment, like everything else around us becomes background noise and all I can hear, feel, and smell is her.
It’s that feeling again like when I first locked eyes with her—as if I’m lost at sea with no shoreline in sight.
Weirdest part is, it’s not a scary feeling. In fact, I want to welcome it with open arms.
In that white outfit she’s wearing, she looks fit as fuck. It hugs all of her curves gloriously, making my mouth water. The way the brightness and cleanliness of the fabric contrasts against her eyes is something I’m finding hard to tear my eyes off.
I’m no stranger to being around beautiful women. Every woman I’ve ever dated was beautiful, but there’s something different about Raven that I can’t quite put my finger on.
Perhaps it’s one of those weird connections that I’ve seen people talking about in movies or books. Like, when two people meet and they share this intimacy or draw to one another, despite not actually knowing a single thing about each other.
Although, I happen to know a bit about Raven. I know the members of her family, the awful details of the loss of her parents, that she’s an only child and lives with her uncle’s family. I also know her penchant for going out and doing a bit more wild things—partying, staying out late, and her use of marijuana.
She doesn’t know a single thing about me.
I shouldn’t say that. The second Adiv mentioned my name to Cain, he absolutely researched me. However, the shit he would’ve learned about me, was all false. There were only a few basic things that were true.
The crew that messed up our real identities left only a few minor things the same because they were afraid if they were altered, that it would give the cover away. Like my name, for example. They worried if they changed Adiv’s and my name, that someone would call out for me with the fake name and I wouldn’t look—because it’s not my fucking name and they’d probably give me some plain name, like John or Joe—and it would instantly expose who I truly am.
That being said, surely Raven already knows my name. I can’t imagine Cain inviting people into the house and into close and personal space without informing his family of who the person is.
It’d be a mistake if he didn’t.
I’m curious how much she does know of my fake story. If she’ll question me on any of it. If she honestly believes it or if her intuition tells her otherwise.
I can’t help but wonder if—because she’s not immediate family, but a niece—she notices shit that the rest of her family doesn’t. If she thinks in a slightly different way because she was raised differently. If she’s more observant than the rest of them or more suspicious, I’m fucked.
As for right now, I obviously can’t tell. I don’t know her at all and I hope I don’t get stuck with her too often, especially if she continues with her knack for messing up Cain’s plans. I don’t want to be close to someone who could piss off her uncle so much and potentially very easily get me fired or killed, and blow my cover all at the same time.
I still don’t know why Adiv had me doing this. It seems stupid when there are so many car pickup services. She couldn’t have called a taxi? An Uber?
I mean, I guess she probably doesn’t use shit like that. None of these people do. They’re rich and constantly in danger. They hire schmucks to drive them around and take a bullet for them—if it comes to that.
Schmucks like me.
In my defence, I’m not completely a schmuck. I’m doing this because it’s my job, not because I have an obsession with violence and drugs. I’m doing this for the greater good, so I’d like to believe I’m nothing like the other guys who are in this business.
I’ve been finding it incredibly hard so far, too. The hardest part has been separating work and life. When I go home after being with Adiv and working, I’m still studying, trying to make sure I’m fully educated on what I’m doing. It’s resulting in this being my all day and every day, and it’s already becoming a lot.
I honestly think I need to get out of my head a little bit. I’m obsessing a tad much. However, I know it’ll take some time for me to relax and settle into what my new life has become. It’s not going to happen overnight. I’m too on edge all the time and wound tightly because I’m doing my best not to blow my cover. I need to remember that I’m only doing my best and to be patient for the day when I’ll be able to do this without overthinking each step of the way.
So long as when that day comes, I’m not relaxed because I’ve lost sight of why I’m doing this. I don’t want to be calm and collected on a daily basis only because I’ve become used to and desensitized to what occurs in the Brooks family mafia.
“What was your name again?” Raven asks me, pulling me out of my thoughts, fidgeting with the hem of her outfit.
She seems slightly uncomfortable, but I can’t be sure why. Perhaps she’s still a bit drunk, but I wouldn’t know. In fact, she appears to be relatively sober, but then again, I left her waiting for close to a half hour because I was on the other end of the city when I got the call.
Not to mention, I didn’t exactly want to do this.
Adiv had rung me up and told me—didn’t ask—that I was required to drive over to Cardoso’s Casino and pick up Raven. That her and some of her friends were drunk and the only person I was to escort home was Raven.
I was strictly forbidden from driving anyone else.
I inquired why he couldn’t do it. I’d already had a night planned at home of playing some video games and enjoying a freshly grilled steak, so the sound of hauling around an intoxicated girl who I don’t know, wasn’t appealing in the slightest.
He informed me that Dove was with them. That she’d called ahead of everyone else leaving and he was busy taking her back.
I still don’t fully understand why he couldn’t do it. If he was with Dove, that means he was already in the general area. He easily could’ve taken her back and then went back to get Raven.
I couldn’t say no. As much as I didn’t want to do this, I don’t have any other option. I’m trying to get in with Cain and the rest of the family, so picking up his niece will surely put me in some good graces.
I take it that he won’t be happy about Raven and Dove being intoxicated in a rival gang’s casino. Especially when it sounds like they made a mess inside.
I feel bad for the women. They’re young and are only trying to have fun.
I know I’ve been drunk in a casino once. Let me tell you now, it’s never a good idea. I’d ended up withdrawing over five hundred dollars from my account and because I was so fucked up, I didn’t remember it the next day. I was pissed, to say the least.
“Luca,” I finally answer her as I turn onto the freeway and begin to pick up speed.
I notice her shift again out of the corner of my eye, so I question, “You alright?”
“Yeah,” she breathes, more than answers. “I’m just not used to such an old car.”
“Does it scare you? Next time I can borrow someone else’s car—”
The idea that I might be frightening her doesn’t sit well with me. I’m trying to get in good with these people, not upset them.
Besides, I don’t like seeing her so uncomfortable near me. I’m not a bad guy. In fact, I’d like to think of myself as a good guy—I have positive intentions when it comes to women, I always try to be respectful, and I’m not an absolute piece of shit.
I know it’s the bare minimum, but I still do what I can. It’s not that hard.
“No, no,” she quickly protests. “It’s—” she swallows hard, “—”It’s sexy.”
Her answer surprises me. Although, I can’t help but believe that it could be the alcohol talking. I know she’s been drinking, and alcohol can be like truth serum to some people. I don’t know her well enough to say if that’s the case or not.
Hell, I can’t even tell if she’s still intoxicated. She’s not showing any super obvious signs of drunkenness, but not everyone does.
She quickly changes the subject. “So you know Adiv?”
“He’s my best mate.” That’s a downplay. He’s like my brother. He is my brother.
“How’d you guys meet?”
“When we were kids.” It’s not a lie, but it’s also part of our cover story. “We went to the same middle school.”
A moment passes and I decide it would be good to learn more about her. Getting close to any member of the Brooks family is a smart move. If I’m ever in hot water in the future, that connection and relationship could be the difference between life and death.
“How about you? Your closest friend?”
“Dove,” she answers and then elaborates—as if I need more information—with, “my cousin. Have you had a chance to meet her yet?”
“Briefly.” It was only in passing a couple days ago. “She seems very nice.”
Adiv wasn’t kidding. She’s too kind for this world that surrounds her. I honestly can’t be sure where she got it from. There isn’t an ounce of good to be found in her father, so her mother must be an absolute saint.
There isn’t any other explanation for it.
Either that, or Mariposa strayed and she isn’t Cain’s because it’s that hard to fathom something of such purity came from a man like Cain.
And I say that without having even truly experienced his anger and having had little to no time with him. I’ve only had a few conversations with the man—nothing of any substance that could show me who he sincerely is at heart.
I’m about to question Raven about more when my phone rings. I notice it’s Adiv, so I answer, deciding to put the phone up to my ear in case he says something incriminating. “Yo,” I greet, still speeding down the freeway.
“Did you pick up Rae?”
I glance over at her momentarily as she peers out the window, “Yeah, what’s up?”
“Cain wants you to steal a car—a Porsche Targa. It’s ice grey metallic, on matte black Spyder rims and with black leather interior.” He then reads out a license plate, as if I can remember that off the top of my head, along with a street name.
“Adiv, I’m with Raven. I’m still driving her home.”
“Take her with you.”
“Are you insane? I don’t want to put her at risk.”
“Either take her home and risk the owner moving the car, or take her with you, man.”
“The car can wait for a half hour.”