Insidious Ocean
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 5: understand
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 5: understand - 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
When I walk into the front door of the Brooks mansion, Adiv immediately greets me.
It’s the middle of the day and though I was expecting to have to come here later today, Adiv called me about a half hour ago and told me to be here as soon as possible. I attempted to ask why and what the rush was, but he either doesn’t know, or isn’t able to tell me.
Although, I happen to believe it’s the former. I reckon he isn’t privy to much information, much like myself. If he was, I’d like to think he would’ve told me. As far as I know, he hasn’t been keeping shit from me thus far—he wouldn’t, even if he was sworn to secrecy because he knows I wouldn’t ever say anything.
The moment I’m able to see his face, I can see that he’s nervous. I know him well enough to decipher the way his eyes look.
Adding to the off feeling, he doesn’t immediately greet me. “Cain would like to see us.”
My heart clenches in the depths of my chest. “Did he say why?”
Adiv shakes his head. “He never does.”
If he’s been through this before, “Why are you so nervous then? You’re freaking me out.”
He fidgets with his hands, seeming restless and anxious. “He just seemed—I don’t know—tense? He wasn’t happy, that’s for sure.”
When is he ever? I’ve known the man for a couple weeks now and he’s never wearing anything more pleasant than a stoic and stone-faced expression. I can’t even imagine the man smiling, let alone actually showing any sort of joyous emotion.
I’m about to ask him more about how to handle the situation, when Leo steps out from his father’s office and signals towards us, “Come in. Both of you.”
I wanted to question Adiv on how to respond to Cain. If he says something, am I supposed to respond? Is there some sort of unspoken code about how to approach the Don of a mafia? I don’t know these things, and though I did my research online, not every Don likes things handled the same way. What might please Cain, won’t please the next, and so on.
So what does he expect?
The moment Leo’s back is facing us, Adiv and I share a worried glance. I close my eyes for a second to breathe, steeling my nerves. It doesn’t do much, but I try my best as I follow my best friend past the barrier and into Don Cain’s office, feeling as if I’m descending into the depths of hell.
It almost feels as if it gets hot under my collar—like the flames are licking at me from under my feet the further I plunge into his lair.
As always when I’ve met with him or had discussions with him, Cain is sitting authoritatively behind his massive desk. His hands are steepled, with the tips of his fingers to his mouth, as he awaits us.
Even after being in this same situation a few times prior to this, I still don’t know the protocol surrounding whether to stand or sit at the chairs opposite him. However, since Adiv remains upright, so do I. I reckon it’s a safe bet to mimic whatever he does. At least for now.
I expect someone to greet someone else—mostly for Adiv to say some sort of good afternoon or nice to see you or whatever—but nobody says a word. In fact, we all remain as we are for a solid two minutes, with Cain staring at us, which only makes me sweat more profusely.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve asked you here,” he starts, and I swallow hard. “I need an extra set of eyes and I think the two of you are right for it. This is your opportunity to step up and show me what you’re capable of.”
Adiv straightens his spine, “What is it you’d like for us to do, Don Cain?”
“I need you and Luca to accompany me,” Cain informs us and something about the idea of that makes my stomach plummet so quickly that a flash of nausea overcomes me.
Immediately, I want to inquire where and for what purpose, but I know better than to do so. Odds are, he won’t tell me and I don’t want to enrage him by asking questions that I’m not privy to.
The bad thing about Cain too, is that he’s always rather stoic. I have a difficult time reading him, which causes me to consistently be on edge. I don’t like that about him. I’m not a fan of unpredictable people because I tend to be the plan-oriented type.
When he stands from his desk, my palms instantly begin to sweat. I don’t know what to expect and I hate it.
Adiv and I follow him wordlessly out of his office, and through the house to the garage, where we all pile into a large black SUV. Adiv sits in the front with the driver, while I’m stuck in the back, with only the tiny middle seat separating Cain and I.
When my hands begin to tremble from anxiety, I tuck them away so Cain isn’t able to see it. It’s so difficult to not portray any sort of weakness in front of people that are doing what they can to seek out that weakness so they’re able to exploit it. Especially when they continually keep putting me in situations that I’m wildly uncomfortable with.
Perhaps this job wasn’t the right thing for me. It’s completely possible that I wasn’t the correct man to do this. That someone more qualified could’ve been given it. It appears as though I’m far too much in my head and can’t get out of it at times.
I worry it’ll be my downfall.
Why hasn’t Cain told us what’s happening? I feel like he’s about to drive us out to the desert where he’ll abandon us and leave us to survive, where we’ll spend endless days walking across the barren and scorching sand. Or force us to dig through the grains to make our own graves before he lodges a bullet into each of our brains.
I can’t shake the feeling that we’ve been caught and this is why we’re with him. Why else would we be? We aren’t high up on the hierarchy of men who work beneath Cain. In fact, I’m a rather low hanging fruit. I’m a lackey, essentially.
Adiv, he’s a bit higher up, but he’s not like Leo. Cain’s son accompanies him almost everywhere because he’s his right hand man. So why isn’t he here and we are?
I’m not understanding it. It simply doesn’t make any sense, which is why it’s terrifying the hell out of me. How else am I supposed to decipher this situation?
Did Raven say something to her uncle that pissed him off? Did she tell him that I made her commit a crime?
I honestly don’t trust her, but at the same time, she doesn’t strike me as the type to tattletale. She’s pretty defiant against Cain, so there’s no way she said anything, right? She literally told me he’d never find out.
At the same time, I don’t know her. She could’ve been blowing smoke up my ass, trying to get me to do whatever so she could get me fired, or killed, or just so she could have more reckless fun.
I mean, she didn’t seem psychotic, but I don’t trust her.
He said he needs an extra set of eyes and that this is our opportunity to step up, but what could that be? Is he looking into new real estate and needs people to scope it out? Does he want to begin putting some sort of new modification on the vehicles and needs second opinions? Is there something wrong with the route? Did one of the businesses he loan sharks to give him counterfeit money that he needs inspected?
Seriously, the list is endless. Why could he possibly want us of all people? Two guys that are relatively new at this and frankly, quite low on the totem pole of people around him.
I simply don’t understand it and that’s why it has me so bloody terrified.
When we finally pull up to a building, my nerves are so frayed that I feel like my brain is about to short circuit. I’m finding it more and more difficult to keep it together, especially when I notice that we’re fairly secluded. In fact, I don’t see another business or building for miles in any direction.
What is this place? Why are we here? Why did Cain bring Adiv and I to this particular building?
The driver parks the SUV near the door and hops out the get the Don’s door for him. Adiv and I get out ourselves and then wait for Cain to come around the vehicle. As he passes us, we trail in behind him without direction, following him into the front doors.
What greets me inside is a police officer’s dream. The warehouse appears ten times larger inside than it did from the parking lot. It looks like this is where Cain has stolen vehicles brought.
We bring them to his personal garage or another one and I suppose someone transports them here.
What I wasn’t aware of is the fact that he’s clearly hiding money inside of them because there are tables full of wads of cash. Likely millions, if not more.
There’s that part of me that I’ve buried deep down inside—the good guy that was trained to arrest criminals and keep citizens safe—that wants nothing more than to whip out my badge and arrest each one of these people for doing a lot of illegal shit. However, obviously I’m undercover and the idea that I have to overlook things like this to get to the bigger fish is something I knew I’d struggle with.
Plus, if I did that, I’d likely be riddled with bullets before I even took one step.
So, as I step further into the space and admire the process of everything happening around me, I’m like a wild animal approaching new and scary surroundings—very careful and extremely nervous.
I’m also mentally recording everything I see, in case it’s of use at a later date. For example, the way they’re carefully stacking the bills in specific sizes, altering monetary value in different stashes.
As well, I’m doing my best to memorize each face I’m able to spot. I think it’s important to know.
We get about half way into the room—almost exactly in the middle—when Cain demands over his shoulder to, “Wait here,” and then he continues forward where Leo steps out from behind some pallets.
How in the hell did he get here so fast?
Perhaps he snuck out of the office immediately after calling us in. I honestly wasn’t focused on him.
When I’m positive him and everyone else are out of ear shot, I ask, “What is this place? What are we doing here, Adiv?”
“I don’t know, but it’s obviously where they flip the cars and transport them to the dealerships.”
“Why is he letting us see all of this?” It makes me believe he’s only allowing us to because it won’t matter in the end. In other words, because he’s about to kill us.
Adiv shakes his head as he glances around, “I don’t know.”
I guess at least he’s as stupefied as I am. I find some comfort in knowing I’m not the only one confused and terrified as fuck.
After a short conversation with Leo, he scrambles to work, ordering a bunch of men to do whatever Cain is asking of them. Which, as it turns out, is to stop whatever they’re doing and to begin tearing apart the cars they were altering and stuffing carefully with money.
It only leaves me more confused. Why are Adiv and I here? I don’t understand.